The Distant Machine

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2026-08-19 06:10:03 -

The train shook the glass in its frame. It was a rattling, metallic sound. A constant, low-frequency hum. I sat by the window. The landscape blurred. Fields of grey. Smokestacks rising like black fingers. The air tasted of coal and iron. I am writing this because I must. Or perhaps because I cannot stop. My hands are steady. They have always been steady. That is the curse of the engineer. We...

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