The Distant Machine

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The letter is still in my pocket, though the ink has long since faded to a pale, ghostly grey. I keep my hand inside the wool of my tunic, feeling the rough cotton of the envelope against my thumb, a tactile anchor in a world that has dissolved into a grey, formless mist. It was meant for the Commandant, a report on the irregularities in the supply lines, but before I could seal it, before I...

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