The Distant Machine

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2026-08-24 08:19:09 -

The ink in my pen has begun to smell of copper and old rain, a scent that clings to the back of my throat as I write this final entry, knowing that the words on this page are the last things that belong to me, and I find myself weeping not for the loss of my life, but for the loss of the silence that used to be mine. I am Elias Thorne, though I am not certain that name still applies to the man...

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