The Distant Machine

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The velvet coat hangs on the hook. It is black. It is heavy. It is yours. You stand in the center of the ballroom. The chandeliers drip light like honey. The air smells of wax and old money. You are the detective. You are the judge. You are the accused. The crowd moves around you. They are ghosts in silk. They do not see you. You see them. You hold a card in your hand. It is blank. You are...

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