The Distant Machine

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, smelling of dust and old ink. It was from the Guild. My hands, steady for twenty years, trembled as I broke the seal. Inside, a single page. No pleasantries. Just a list of transgressions. And a date. I am writing this because I am dead. Not yet. But the Guild has already decided. They call it a correction. I call it the end. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I was a...

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