The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the sprawling, concrete labyrinth of the Federal Correctional Complex into a monolithic beast of wet stone and steel, where Major Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold, unyielding wall of the administrative block, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of a sidearm he had...
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