The clock on the wall of the Huntsville Unit read six in the morning, and Daniel Foster had stopped counting the days. He had counted them for five years. Five years of concrete and fluorescent light, of sleepless nights staring at a ceiling that never changed, of shouting his innocence into the bureaucratic indifference of a system that had already made up its mind. He had filed appeals and written letters and sat across thick glass partitions from attorneys who had the tired, careful look of people who believed him but could not prove it. And now the counting was finished, because today was the last day, and twelve hours from now all of it would simply stop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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