The Adaptation of Ghosts
The facility had no name. It occupied forty-seven acres of reclaimed marshland in eastern Maryland, twenty miles from the nearest town, behind three fences topped with razor wire and signs that said NOTHING IMPORTANT HAPPENS HERE in the universal language of federal deflection. Inside, sixty-three men and fourteen women lived in dormitories that had been designed by people who had never lived...
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