The Distant Machine

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2026-08-21 21:59:22 -

The letter was already in my hand when I realized I had no ink, only the dry, scratching silence of the nib against the parchment, and the weight of what I had to say pressing against the back of my eyes like a stone in a shoe. I am writing this not because I expect a reply, but because the act of putting these words down is the only thing keeping me from running out into the yard and screaming...

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