The Distant Machine

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The letter sat on the desk. It was thick. Cream-colored. The seal was cracked. Elias did not open it. He looked at the window. Rain streaked the glass. The street below was empty. He picked up the letter. His hands shook. He tore the seal. The paper inside was thin. The ink was blue. It was from the Institute. It said he was dismissed. It said he was a fraud. It said he had seen ghosts where...

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