The Distant Machine

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The letter was not a letter, but a diagnosis, and it arrived on a Tuesday, the kind of heavy, rain-slicked afternoon that makes the city feel less like a place and more like a machine that has forgotten how to breathe. You held the envelope in your left hand, the paper damp and softening at the edges, while your right hand rested on the mahogany desk, fingers splayed wide as if trying to anchor...

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