The Distant Machine
The machine in the cellar had stopped screaming, which was the only thing that had ever mattered to you, and in the sudden, absolute silence that followed, you realized that you were the one who had been running, that the gears had not been grinding against the stone but against your own ribs, and the dust that settled on the floor was not ash but the pulverized remains of the only life you had...
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