The Distant Machine

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The glass vial sat on the nightstand, catching the thin, gray light of the corridor. It was a small thing, no larger than a thimble, filled with a dark, amber liquid that smelled faintly of pine and decay. I held it in my palm, feeling the cold weight of it, the only solid thing in a room that felt increasingly like a dream. I was thirty-two, and I had come to St. Jude’s to save my brother,...

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