The Faded Quadrant
The shadows in the corridors of Blackwood Penitentiary do not behave as they should, and you have spent forty-two years pretending you do not notice them peeling away from the plaster like damp skin. You are Elias Thorne, a senior corrections officer with twenty years of service under your belt, and your desire is singular, bureaucratic, and desperate: you want to survive the winter without a...
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