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After 3 years of silence, I came home to find my father’s house repainted and a stranger’s car in the driveway. My stepmother told me he was dead and buried. But at the cemetery, there was no name on the stone. An old man approached me with a rusted key and said, ‘Your father isn’t here.’ The letter inside the envelope was dated yesterday… and it contained a set of coordinates that led to the basement of the house I was just kicked out of…

Chapter 1: The Taste of Iron and Ash The iron gates of **Blackwood Penitentiary** didn’t swing open; they groaned, a

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