The Wistful Letter

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October 14 The ink smears on the parchment as my hand trembles, not from the cold that seeps through the floorboards of the interrogation room, but from the violent, rhythmic throb beneath the skin of my left forearm. I am writing to you, Mother, from the damp heart of the Oakhaven Precinct, where the fog presses against the windows like a living thing seeking entry, and I have just broken the...

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