The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The white of the cell is not a color but a frequency, a high-pitched hum that presses against the inside of your skull. You stand in the center of the concrete floor, your hands wrapped around a rusted iron key, the metal biting into your palms until the pain becomes the only thing that feels real. Tomorrow is the hearing, the final appeal where you intend to look Warden Halloway in the eye and...

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