The Distant Promise
The silence in the holding cell was not an absence of sound but a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against my eardrums like deep water, a vacuum that swallowed the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the ventilation system, leaving me alone with the cold, sterile bite of the concrete floor and the sudden, violent intrusion of my own blood-sweat as I...
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