The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The concrete floor was slick with sweat and something darker, the air thick enough to chew. I stood in the center of the East Block, my baton raised, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. It was not the shouting that stopped me. It was the silence. Three hundred men, who had been throwing chairs and screaming for the last hour, had simply stopped. They stood in their cells,...

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