The Distant Machine
October 12 "You want me to sign this before lunch? Are you out of your mind, Ray?" The voice of Warden Silas Vane echoed in the small, windowless office, bouncing off the drywall that had not yet cured. I looked down at the transfer request form in my hands, the ink still wet. It was a simple document, three lines of text asking for the relocation of Inmate 4092, Marcus Thorne, from...
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