The Faded Photograph
The rain had stopped three days ago, yet the air inside the sterile white walls of the Department of Juvenile Correctional Services still tasted of damp concrete and the metallic tang of old, unresolved grief, a flavor that Marcus Thorne, the new intake supervisor, had come to associate with the specific kind of silence that follows a scream which has not yet been fully processed by the human...
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