The Distant Machine

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The rain fell in sheets. It struck the mud. It soaked the cloak. He walked. The road was long. The sky was low. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. He looked at his right hand. The fingers were stiff. The skin was pale. A map was drawn there. Lines of blue. Veins like rivers. They pulsed. They did not stop. He had seen them before. In the mirror. In the morning. He had tried to hide...

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