The Distant Nightmare

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The count of the jam jars on my windowsill is twelve. I have counted them three times today, and the number remains stubbornly, terribly twelve. Each jar is sealed with wax, the blackberries inside suspended in a syrup so dark it looks like tar, catching the late afternoon light that slants through the dusty curtains of my cell. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I am writing to you,...

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