The Distant Nightmare
Thorne. The name hung in the stale, recycled air of the administrative corridor, sharp as a piece of wire pulled from a wool sweater, and I stopped walking before I had even registered the voice behind me. Warden Halloway stood in the doorway of his office, the blinds drawn tight against the grey November light, his hands clasped behind his back in that rigid, military posture that seemed to...
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