The Distant Legend

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The wall breathed. I felt it against my cheek. A slow, wet exhalation. The concrete of Cell 4B was not cold. It was warm. It pulsed. I pressed my hand to it. The stone yielded like skin. It started three days ago. A hum. A vibration in the floorboards. Then the heat. Warden Miller came at dawn. He did not knock. He never knocked. He stood in the doorway, his white shirt stiff, his tie a red...

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