The Distant Machine

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The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its pages thick with the smell of dry ink and cold coffee. Elias counted the hours. Forty-six. That was the number. Forty-six hours since he had last slept more than two hours at a time. He underlined the date, October 12th, in red. The red looked like a wound in the paper. Outside, the Ohio wind scraped against the vinyl siding of his suburban home. It...

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