The Distant Machine

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The letter was typed on cream-colored paper, the ink slightly faded. Margaret read it twice. Then she folded it into her coat pocket. She was sitting in the waiting room of St. Jude’s Hospital in Chicago. It was November. The air smelled of bleach and old flowers. A television in the corner played a news segment about a budget deficit. No one watched. Her brother, David, was in Room 304. He had...

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