The Distant Machine

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2026-08-21 21:27:13 -

The rain hits the windowpane like a thousand tiny fingers trying to get in, and I let them. I sit here in the dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside, casting my shadow long and distorted against the wall. It feels like a punishment, this silence. But it’s better than the noise. The noise is what I’m running from. The noise is what he brings. I keep the object in my pocket. It’s...

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