The Distant Machine

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The frost crept across the glass. It was a thin, white lace. I watched it form. I had made this house. Brick by brick. Mortar by mortar. My hands were rough. My nails were black. I was a builder. I knew the weight of stone. I knew the tension of a beam. I did not know the weight of a word. I did not know the tension of a lie. The King sat on the throne. He was not a man. He was a shape in...

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