The Distant Machine

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The coat was too large. It hung from the boy’s shoulders like a shroud, the wool heavy and damp, smelling of dust and old tobacco. He stood before the mirror in the dressing room. The glass was silvered and slightly warped, distorting the reflection into something elongated and strange. He adjusted the collar. It scratched his neck. He did not remove it. He never removed it. The palace was...

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