The Golden Oath
The air in the sub-basement of the Federal Correctional Complex for Northern Jurisdictions tasted of ozone and wet concrete, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into the alveoli of my lungs, a sensation so pervasive and absolute that it had become the very medium through which I perceived the world, a thick, invisible gelatin that suspended us in a timeless,...
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