The Golden Greenhouse
The ventilation system died at 4:12 PM, a soundless severance that left the administrative wing of Blackwood State Penitentiary gasping in the sudden, thick silence of trapped air. You, Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and twenty-nine years deep in the grey bureaucracy of maximum security, were in the middle of signing the final, unreviewed page of your pension file when the fluorescent lights...
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