The Wistful Grid
The metacarpals of my left hand had shattered three days prior, yet the bone fragments still ground against one another with a sickening, wet friction whenever I attempted to grip the edge of the mahogany desk, a constant, jagged reminder of the violence required to keep the heretic’s mouth from sealing shut before the confession was extracted. I am Thomas Hale, Senior Inquisitor of the...
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