The Pale Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the Halloway Correctional Facility with the tenacity of a moral obligation, saturating the brick and the rusted iron of the perimeter fence until the entire institution seemed to be slowly dissolving back into the wet earth from which it had been so violently excavated. Sergeant...
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