The Distant Machine

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2026-08-19 02:52:05 -

The iron bit is in your mouth. It tastes of blood and cold rain. You are not a horse. You are a man. But the harness holds you down. You pull. The straps dig into your shoulders. They are thick. They are wet. You see the mud. You see the boots. They are brown leather. They are caked with earth. They are stepping over you. Get up. The voice is not yours. It is rough. It is old. It smells of pipe...

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