The Wistful Voyage
March 14, 2024 The audit was three weeks away. I needed the signature. I stood in the warden’s office, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly note that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. Warden Halloway did not look up from his paperwork. He was a man who believed in the sanctity of procedure more than the sanctity of men. He told me that my request for early retirement was denied due to...
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