The Distant Machine

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The letter is yellowed at the edges. You hold it in your left hand. Your right hand trembles. It is a fine tremor, like a leaf in a gale. You are sitting in the infirmary of the 14th Regiment. The air smells of carbolic acid and wet wool. Rain hammers against the single, grimy window. You are writing to your brother, Arthur. Or perhaps you are writing to the ghost of him. It is hard to tell the...

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