The Distant Machine
The left knee gave way with a sound like a dry branch snapping under a heavy boot, a catastrophic mechanical failure that severed Elias Thorne from his desk in the sprawling, glass-and-steel bureaucracy of the Geneva International Administrative Center on a Tuesday in November. He did not fall; he simply ceased to be supported, his body collapsing into the polished marble floor of the corridor...
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