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I dreamed I was the last person on the factory floor
It was quietâtoo quiet. The machines were still, not broken, just⊠waiting. I walked past rows of presses and conveyors, each one humming faintly in memory. No one else around. I found my old tool kit under a bench, rusted but whole. When I picked up the wrench, it felt warm. Like someone had just used it. I didnât know what I was doing there, but I knew I wasnât supposed to leave. Not yet.
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