The Distant Machine

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The letter lies on the table. It is dated the third of November. The ink is dry. The paper is thin. You are reading it for the third time. The room is cold. The rain hits the glass. It sounds like gravel. You do not look up. You do not need to. You know what it says. You have always known what it would say. The machine has stopped. The machine is broken. And so are you. Your hands are still....

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