The Distant Whispers

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The transfer order for Silas Vane, number 44-B, lay in my left hand, its edges softened by three weeks of handling in the damp air of Blackwood Penitentiary, a document that smelled of mildew and the cheap ink used for state business, while in my right I gripped the brass key that had cost the district forty cents to replace just last month, a small sum that still stung in my ledger of daily...

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