The Warden of Black Ridge
The fluorescent lights in the Black Ridge facility hummed. It was a sound that had become part of Harold Voss's nervous system, the way the smell of antiseptic had become part of the air he breathed. He had been the warden of this underground military installation for fifteen years. It was located in Nevada, deep enough below the surface that the desert above it was just a flat expanse of sand...
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