The Distant Machine

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The ink on the page was still wet, a dark, viscous pool that seemed to drink the light from the office, and Eleanor sat in the high-backed chair, her fingers trembling so slightly that the pen hovered like a trapped moth above the paper, waiting for a command that her own mind would not give, yet the silence of the room was a heavy, physical thing, pressing against her eardrums, a silence that...

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