The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The tin cup sits on the edge of the steel sink. It is dented. The paint is peeling, revealing the gray metal beneath. You hold it. Your fingers are white. You squeeze until your knuckles crack. You are here. You are late. The door is open. The air smells of bleach and old paper. "Put that down, Thomas," says the warden. He does not look at you. He looks at the floor. His shoes are black. They...

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