The Distant Machine

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The letter lies in your hands. The ink is black. The paper is thin. You are walking. The ground is hard. It is cold. You do not stop. You walk north. The path is old. The trees are bare. The sky is gray. You hold the letter. You do not read it. You know what it says. You have always known. The village is behind you. It burns. You see the smoke. It rises like a ghost. You do not look back. You...

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