The Distant Machine

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The grey tablet sat in the palm of my hand, smooth and cold as a river stone, its surface unmarked save for a faint, chalky dust that transferred to my thumb in a fine, white smear. I turned it over, watching the light catch the slight bevel on its edge, a mundane object that had become the center of a gravity I could not escape. It was October 12, 1998, and I was forty-two years old, a senior...

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