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The static begins as a hum in the fillings of your teeth, a low-frequency vibration that settles into the marrow of your bones before it reaches your ears. You are Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, and you have served twenty years at Blackwood Penitentiary, a tenure that the system insists is merely probationary. Your heart, a traitorous organ that has beaten steadily through two decades of...
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