The Wistful Letter

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The hand of the black sap pressed against Elias Thorne’s palm, sticky and cold, as he wiped the residue from the steel table. It had seeped through the linoleum floor of the interview room, a viscous black fluid that smelled of iron and wet rot, rising from the foundation of Blackwood Penitentiary like a slow hemorrhage. Elias, forty-two years old and built like the reinforced door behind him,...

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