The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The storm broke over the Appalachian ridge at dawn, not with the gentle gray mist of morning, but with a violent, tearing shriek that seemed to rip the sky open and spill its dark, wet guts onto the earth. You were in the control room of the Federal Corrections Facility at Blackwood, a concrete box buried in the hollows of the hills, and the first thing you noticed was the smell. It was the...

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