The Wistful Asylum
The fluorescent lights of the federal penitentiary’s interrogation room hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s left hand, a tremor so violent it shook the steel table beneath his knuckles as he sat across from Judge Arthur Halloway, the man who had taught him that the law was a shield, now indicted for the systemic rot that had consumed the very...
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