The Wistful Campus
The iron gate screamed against its rusted tracks, a high-pitched shriek that cut through the humid air of the industrial quarter like a blade through silk. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the Blackwood Correctional Facility, his hand steady on the cold metal of his service pistol, though his heart hammered a frantic, arrhythmic drum against his ribs. The facility was not a...
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