The Distant Machine

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The letter was sealed with wax the color of dried blood. It lay on the cold stone floor of the cell, untouched by the damp that seeped up from the earth below. Thomas Ashworth did not move to pick it up. He sat in the corner, his back against the rough-hewn wall, his knees drawn to his chest. The silence in the room was not empty; it was heavy, pressing against his eardrums like the deep ocean....

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