The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, industrial sludge that coated the windows of the St. Jude’s Municipal Correctional Facility in a grey film, blurring the world outside into a smear of rusted iron and wet asphalt. Inside the administrative tower, the air was thin and recycled, smelling of ozone, stale coffee, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that permeated the walls...

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