hell is a very small place - short story
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Eve has been in solitary confinement for two years and hasn't experienced any human contact, not even letters, at least until she receives a mysterious note under her door.
(This is a short story piece that I am writing for my creative writing class. Constrictive criticism is greatly appreciated)
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