The Distant Journey

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The pen hovered an inch above the paper. The ink tip was dry, a tiny black scab forming at the end of the nib. I could feel the vibration of the lathe in my molars, a low-frequency thrum that had become the background noise of my life. The document lay on the steel table, its edges sharp as a razor. It was the new efficiency mandate. It required my signature, my thumbprint, my surrender. "Mr....

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