The Distant Machine
The transfer form sat on the desk, a white square of paper that seemed to absorb the dim light of the outpost, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the room. Elias Thorne stared at the blank line for "Reason for Request," his pen hovering, the nib trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over Blackwood like a burial shroud. He had been...
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