The Distant Machine

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1943, November 12. I have counted the sacks of flour eleven times, and the count is always the same: forty-two. The weight of them is a specific, heavy thing, a physical anchor that keeps me from drifting into the static that has filled the air for three weeks. I am Elias Thorne, quartermaster, and my hands are shaking as I write this, not from the cold, though the temperature has dropped to...

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