The Distant Machine
"You look tired, Sergeant." The voice was soft. It came from the dark. He didn't answer. He just stood there. The sword in his hand was heavy. It was heavier than it had been yesterday. It was heavier than it had been a month ago. It was heavier than the man who held it. "Sit down, Thomas." He sat. The floor was cold stone. It bit into his knees. He didn't care. He looked at the man in the...
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