The Distant Machine

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The glass was cold. It was heavy. It sat on the desk of the Director, a dark blue square of silence. Arthur held it. His fingers were white. The wood of the desk was oak. It was polished. It reflected the window. Outside, the rain fell. It fell on the city. The city was grey. The sky was grey. The rain was grey. Arthur looked at the glass. He had brought it with him. It was from his home. It...

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