The Distant Machine

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2026-08-19 01:24:58 -

The letter was stained with blood. It was not much. A thin smear. Dried dark. It sat on the desk. Thomas read it. He read it again. The words were simple. The ink was blue. He looked up. The room was empty. Dust motes danced in the light. The air was still. "Is he there?" he asked. No one answered. He stood up. His knees cracked. He was old now. His back hurt. The uniform felt tight. Too tight....

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