The Distant Machine

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The letter lies flat on the desk. It is heavy. The ink is still wet. I press my thumb against the paper. It does not bleed. I am alone in the room. The clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. It sounds like a hammer. It sounds like a bone breaking. I look at my hands. They are steady. They have always been steady. They are the hands of a man who holds a rifle. They are the hands of a man who holds a...

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