The Distant Machine

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The letter was found in the pocket of a uniform that had not been worn in forty years, the fabric stiff as dried skin, the ink faded to a ghostly violet. It was addressed to no one, or perhaps to everyone, written in a hand that trembled with the specific fatigue of a man who had just learned the weight of his own hands. I am writing this from the edge of the world, or what we have come to call...

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