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The iron gates of the Blackwood Penitentiary were not merely closed; they were a verdict, welded shut by the sweat and silence of a thousand condemned souls who had learned that the only way to survive the machinery of justice was to become a gear within it, turning without friction, without sound, without the desperate, flailing motion of a man who still believed in his own name, and you,...
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