The Distant Summer

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2026-08-22 12:02:51 -

The pen scratches against the cheap, fibrous paper with a sound like a bone being snapped, and I am writing this from the narrow, windowless cell at the end of Block C, where the air tastes of rust and old sweat, and where the shadow that has followed me for three years finally stopped moving when I looked away. I am Elias, or I was, before the ledger at the Blackwood Correctional Facility...

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