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After very publicly (some would argue theatrically) losing his mind and murdering three young women in an unconscious state, FBI consultant Will Graham is sentenced to serve three consecutive life sentences in the notorious Shawshank State Prison. Upon arrival, he is unsettled to find himself in a cell neighboring that of infamous serial killer Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who is 12 years into his own life sentences and amuses himself dealing in fine contraband.
When Will approaches Lecter with an unusual request, the two strike up a friendship which, over the years, develops into a powerful infatuation that will change them both irreversibly. But prison is no fairy-tale world, and there are dangers lurking around every corner: the violent captain of the guards, Jack Crawford; the scheming warden, Frederick Chilton; and the brutal gang known as the Sisters, led by the murderer Francis Dolarhyde.
And then there is the secret Will is hiding in his cell. A secret that, sooner or later, will change everything.
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Inspired by the novella "Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption" by Stephen King and the film adaptation by Frank Darabont.
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17 Dec 2025
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there are not many words i find i could use to describe this story, but i find them anyway, if only to express my gratitude. this isnt a one in a million story that makes you think of life and contemplate its ends. nor is it the millions of story which are simple things to pass the time. this, is in between. i will not remember this story years later, but i will remember it now. i will remember how as i read those last few words “I found myself thinking of them often, one in his cell and the other on his beach. I saw them aging. Waiting. Longing. Dreaming. And one day I saw the cell empty and, finally, it felt like time.” tears came to my eyes. i think that they are ones of sorrow. sorrowful tears to a version of these two who never saw each other both free and together. will and hannibal are made for each other; one without the other would be like reading the end of a book, without its beginning. there is no universe where i would dare to imagine them apart. be it in life. be it in death. they are two halves of a singular soul. and only then, when those two halves have united, may a fallen teacup be pieced together again.