The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 14:12:26 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suffocating mist that clung to the skin of the detention center like a second, wetter layer of flesh. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the reinforced glass of Cell 4, watching the man inside huddle in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chin, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts that fogged the cold air. Elias’s own body...

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