The Distant Machine

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2026-08-19 09:05:52 -

The rain did not stop. It seeped into the bone, a cold, wet finger pressing against the back of the skull. I sat in the corner of the precinct, the metal chair humming with a low, electrical drone. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting a sickly, jaundiced glow over the linoleum floor. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday. Time had lost its tether here, drifting in the stagnant air...

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