The Distant Machine

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The wind did not merely blow through the valley; it stripped the skin from the world, leaving the bare, white bones of the trees to shudder against a sky the color of a bruised plum. I sat on the edge of the cliff, my legs dangling over the abyss, and watched a single, black crow circle below me with the lazy, predatory indifference of a judge. It was the crow, you see, that had started this...

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