The Distant Machine

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The uniform was new. The wool smelled of lanolin and chemical dyes. It sat on the chair in the white room, folded with geometric precision. Elias had not touched it. He had not slept. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a mechanical sound. Dry. Detached. The door opened. Dr. Aris stepped in. She wore a grey suit. Her face was unreadable. She held a tablet. The screen glowed blue. It cast long...

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