The Distant Garden
The fluorescent lights in the administrative wing of the Federal Correctional Complex at Blackwood hummed with a frequency that Daniel had come to associate with the slow erosion of his own identity. He stood before the heavy steel door of his office, a space roughly twelve feet by twelve, stripped of all ornamentation save for a single, cracked window that looked out onto the gray expanse of...
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