The Distant Machine
The road is old. The wheels are broken. You are a mason. Your hands are red. You carry a chisel. You carry a trowel. You carry a bag of lime. The dust is thick. The sun is high. You walk on. The air is dry. Your mouth is dry. You do not stop. You must not stop. The village is far. The village is hungry. They need walls. They need roofs. They need you. You are the only one left. The others are...
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