The Distant Machine

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The rain hammered the tin roof. It was a relentless, metallic drumming. Elias stood by the window. He held his rifle. His hands shook. Not from cold. Not from fear of the enemy. From the weight of what he carried. The letter lay on the table. It was the only thing that mattered. Everything else was dust and rot. He looked at the door. The lock was old. Brass. Green with age. He turned the key....

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