The Distant Machine

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The last letter from my father arrived three days before the frost set in, its envelope soft with the damp of the postman’s walk and the heavier, invisible weight of the silence that had grown between us over the preceding decade. I had been waiting for it, or perhaps I had been dreading it, for so long that the distinction had blurred into a single, aching anticipation. He was dying, he wrote,...

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