The Distant Machine

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The fever took the map from my hands first. It was a slow unraveling, a peeling away of the world I had constructed in the sterile silence of my cell, leaving only the raw, jagged edge of truth that I had spent so long trying to bury. I remember the weight of the parchment, damp with sweat and the metallic tang of my own blood, as it slipped from my fingers and floated down to the cold stone...

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