The Distant Machine

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The letter sat on the desk. It was a small, rectangular thing, cream-colored and thin. Julian held it in his left hand. His right hand rested on the edge of the table. The wood was cold. It was an oak table. It had been in the room for a hundred years. The room was the attic of the Blackwell Mill. It was closed off. The door was locked from the outside. There was no window that opened. The air...

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