The Distant Machine

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The letter is dated the third of November. The ink is brown. It has dried into the fibers of the parchment. I wrote it after the rain stopped. The mud was still wet. I stood on the bridge. The city slept below. I held the quill. My hand did not shake. I am a soldier. I do not shake. I was ordered to cross the river. The command came from the High Warden. His voice was cold. It was the voice of...

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