The Wistful Witness

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The rain had stopped an hour before I arrived, leaving the gravel of the facility’s parking lot slick and black. I stood by the trunk of my car, a dented sedan that had served me well through three postings, and watched the mist curl around the iron gates of the Detention Center. It was a place of grey concrete and higher fences, a monument to order in a world that often seemed to drift toward...

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