The Distant Machine
The letter was short. It said only that the shift ended at dawn. It said that the machinery would stop. It said that the gate would close. It did not say goodbye. It did not need to. The silence between the words was heavy. It was the silence of a held breath. It was the silence before the fall. Elara read it in the break room. The coffee was cold. The cup was chipped. The walls were damp with...
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