The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the scarred oak table, its envelope soft and worn from the handling of many anxious fingers, a small, pale thing against the dark grain of the wood that smelled of pipe tobacco and damp earth, and Elias Thorne sat before it with his hands folded in his lap, the knuckles white and swollen, feeling the weight of the silence in the room settle upon him like a heavy, suffocating...

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