The Distant Machine

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2026-08-22 00:07:14 -

The letter sits on the desk, the ink still wet in the places where my hand trembled, a dark stain spreading like a bruise on the white paper, and I am trying to tell you, my boy, what happened to the thing in my hand, the thing that was supposed to be my salvation but turned out to be my ruin, and I write this because I know I will not be able to speak it aloud, not to the men in the grey coats...

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