The Final Demonstration
The island of San Jude was a place where the wind never stopped screaming. It was a colonial prison, a jagged rock in the middle of a gray ocean, designed to hold the people the Empire wanted to forget. The walls were salt-crusted stone, and the only law was the whim of the Warden. Professor Julian was the same as the other prisoners—a number, a gray jumpsuit, a ration of watery porridge. But...
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