The Distant Machine

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The letter was warm. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the ink, which was faded to a bruised purple, but the heat radiating from the parchment. It had been sitting in my breast pocket for three days. I had not taken it out. I had not opened it. I could feel the weight of it against my sternum, a second heartbeat, erratic and faint. "Is it true?" Thomas asked. He did not look at me. He...

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