The Distant Machine

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The glass is cold. It presses against your cheek. The factory floor is black. You are not alone. You are never alone here. The machine hums. A low, constant drone. It vibrates in your teeth. In your bones. You are Edward Ashworth. You are the son. You are the scholar. You are the failure. The glass cracks. A spiderweb fracture. White lines. Sharp. Beautiful. You do not move. You cannot move....

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