The Pale Garden
The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Correctional Facility smelled of burnt pork and industrial cleaner, a scent that had settled into the pores of the walls over three decades. Major Elias Thorne stood by the long table, his uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to cut the air around him. The celebration was for the facility’s new wing, a state-of-the-art behavioral observation unit, funded by a...
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