The Wistful Voyage

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The rain taps against the window of the holding cell. It is a rhythmic, persistent sound. You count the drops. One, two, three. You are a man who counts things. It is the only way to keep the chaos at bay. The fluorescent light above you flickers. It buzzes like a dying insect. You look at your hands. They are bound in zip ties. The plastic bites into your wrists. You do not flinch. You have...

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