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The ledger counted forty-two names. Elias Thorne sat on the cold floor of the detention center, his back against the steel door, and tallied the hours. Twelve hours since he arrived. Twelve hours since the warden had locked him out. He counted the minutes now, each one a small, heavy stone dropped into a well that did not bottom out. He wanted Clara out. That was the only thing that mattered....
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