The Wistful Letter

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The rain against the windowpane of the holding cell was not a sound but a pressure, a thick, wet hand pressing against the glass that held you inside the cold, fluorescent hum of the precinct. You sat on the metal chair, your hands cuffed behind your back, the metal biting into the skin of your wrists, and you waited for the door to open. The air smelled of wet wool and old coffee, a stale,...

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