The Distant Machine

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The dream was not of the machine, but of the sound it made when the truth was withheld, a low, tectonic grinding that seemed to originate not in the brass casing but in the marrow of your own bones. You woke with your hands clenched around the object on the desk, the cold metal biting into your palm, the gears still ticking with that faint, arrhythmic pulse that you had learned to ignore three...

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