The Distant Machine
Miriam Sherwin, the radio crackled, is you there? The voice belonged to Agent Halloway, his words distorted by the static that seemed to live inside the handset itself. Miriam adjusted the mic, her breath shallow in the cold air of the outpost. I am here, she said, though she knew he could not hear the tremor in it. She was writing this entry for the record, or perhaps for herself, as the...
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