The Distant Promise
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the concrete of the detention center into a slick, mirror-like surface that reflected the distorted, flickering neon of the streetlights outside, a reflection that seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic pulse that I could feel in the hollows of my own chest as I sat in the dim,...
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