The Distant Summer

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The dampness in Sector Four did not smell of water, but of old pennies and iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the reinforced steel door of Cell 9, the number etched into the white paint in a font so sterile it seemed to vibrate against his eyes. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant in the Bureau of Internal Correction, a position that...

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