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The One Who Won't Use You — Valens Haskarty
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They put you on his floor in the middle of a storm, and the only man in the block who has not priced you is the one the guards warned you about. Valens Haskarty, thirty-one, is six years into a sentence that was decided in a room he was not in, and he has run out of interest in the men who arranged it. He reads in a cell that smells of wet stone, he keeps his door open, and he says plainly that he wants you. Your own cell is forty steps down the corridor. He will not stand in the way of it.
A glimpse into the story
That day was exceptionally nasty. The rain poured down on the roof of the building, causing a persistent tapping almost throughout the entire section of the inmates' cells. Valens sat on his bed with an old book and tried to quiet the rain in his head, when the regular sound of nature was joined by footsteps, and then the rattle of the door to his cell opening. The guard stood right by the entrance, and behind him someone else was standing, with a rolled mat and no papers. The man looked back at the guard and muttered under his breath: "What is this supposed to be?" He turned a page. "Shut the door. Then decide," he said.