The Wistful Witness

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The transfer order on my desk is dated October 14, 1998, and it smells of stale coffee and damp wool. I am forty years old, and my hands are shaking as I sign the receipt for Thomas Bradshaw, my brother, who is being moved from the county jail to the maximum-security facility where I serve as head of security. He is leaving today. The van is idling outside, a low, mechanical growl that vibrates...

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