The Distant Affair

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The stamp was red. It bled into the paper. My hands shook. Not from cold. The room was warm. The coal fire roared. It ate the wood. It ate the silence. I held the letter. My name was on it. Not my name. A number. 402-B. That was me. I looked at the ink. It was dry. It would not wash off. It was part of the skin. I am a prisoner. Not of walls. Of words. They said I was a monster. I am not. I am...

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