The Distant Machine

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March 12, 2024 The lamb was overcooked, the skin split and weeping grease onto the white linen, but I ate every bite because General Halloway was watching me. He stood at the head of the long table, his uniform pressed to a mirror shine, his medals catching the light of the chandeliers like a constellation of iron stars. When he reached over and clapped a heavy, gloved hand on my shoulder, the...

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