The clock on the wall of the Huntsville Unit showed 6:00 a.m., and Daniel Foster had stopped counting the days.
He’d been counting them for five years—five years of concrete walls, five years of staring at the ceiling during sleepless nights, five years of screaming his innocence into an indifferent void. The Texas heat pressed against the windows of his …
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