The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the St. Jude’s Correctional Facility like a second skin. Inside Cell Block C, the silence was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the end of the corridor, his back to the door, watching the double rows of men. He was a large man,...

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