The Distant Machine

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The ink on the parchment was drying, a slow, viscous bleed into the fiber of the page, much like the damp creeping into the bones of the old estate. Elias sat by the window, his hand steady despite the tremor that had taken up residence in his left arm, and he wrote to his wife, Sarah, who lay in the next room breathing with the shallow, rhythmic labor of a bellows pumping air into a dying...

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