I've been in Rikers for thirty-five years. Thirty-five years of...

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I've been in Rikers for thirty-five years. Thirty-five years of watching young men come through those gates and walk with their chests out, thinking they're different. Thinking they're special. Thinking they can change the story.

They can't. I've seen the story a hundred times. It always goes the same way. Marcus Webb came on a Tuesday. Twenty-three years old, maybe twenty-four. Dark hair, sharp eyes, a face that had never smiled but knew how to look like it was thinking. He walked with the kind of confidence that comes from intelligence, not experience—which is to say, it doesn't last. He had something on his wrist. I...

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