The Distant Machine

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The silver locket did not sit upon my skin so much as it ate into it, a cold brand that left no mark but a hollowing, a void where sensation should have been. I woke this morning with the taste of metallic dust on my tongue and a left hand that felt less like a limb than a glove stuffed with wet sand, a numbness that crept past the wrist and coiled around the elbow like a slow, silent vine. I...

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