The Wistful Letter

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The glass does not shatter; it simply ceases to hold the shape of the window. I wake from the recurring dream of the hospital corridor, the floor littered with prisms that reflect a light I cannot see, and my body, thirty-two years old and hollowed by three weeks of silence, aches with a primal, instinctual hunger for Elias. He has been missing since the first of March, and the facility’s new...

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