The Distant Machine

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The letter began with a date. October the fourteenth. It was written on heavy, cream-colored paper. The ink was black. It was slightly smudged in the corner. The room was bright. The sun cut through the blinds. Dust motes danced in the light. They were silent. They were still. Thomas sat at the desk. He was twelve. He wore a grey sweater. His hands were cold. He held the pen. The tip hovered....

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