The Golden Compass
The frost on the windowpanes of the St. Jude’s Correctional Facility was not merely a deposit of water vapor but a complex, crystalline architecture that formed in the pre-dawn hours, a delicate lattice of ice ferns that seemed to breathe with the rhythmic, mechanical sigh of the ventilation system, obscuring the view of the grey, industrial sprawl that surrounded the institution in a shroud of...
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