Chapter 1: The walls are closing in and the eyes are watching.

by Bradley Charbonneau | Florence

“He saw that his finger left an impression on the paper and then it transformed before his eyes into swirls of lines, blue like the ink of the password, and eventually turned into what could only have been a fingerprint. His fingerprint.” — from Florence

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