The Distant Machine

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The letter was found in the desk. Not hidden. Just there. On the blotter, next to the cold cup of coffee and the stack of quarterly reports that no one had opened since March. It was dated three weeks prior. It was from Arthur to himself. Arthur sat at the edge of his bed. The room was small. The walls were painted a flat, institutional beige. The carpet was gray. He looked at his hands. They...

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