The Wistful Letter

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The ink in my dream was not black, but the thick, viscous brown of old arterial blood, and it rose from the floorboards of the archive to swallow my lungs before I could scream. I woke with the taste of rust on my tongue, the sheets twisted tight around my legs, and the absolute certainty that the facility was dying. I am Elias Thorne, Warden of Blackwood Correctional, and for twenty years I...

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