The Distant Whispers
The transfer request is in the queue, but the ink on the form feels heavy, as if the paper itself is resisting the weight of my ambition. I have been a senior corrections officer for twelve years, long enough to know that the administrative wing is a sanctuary of stillness, a place where the air does not hum with the low-frequency vibration that permeates the cell blocks. I want to be done with...
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