The Distant Promise
The transfer logs listed four hundred and twelve inmates, a number Elias Thorne had counted three times before his coffee went cold, each digit a heavy, rusted weight in the ledger of his duties. He was thirty-four years old, a warden of iron discipline in the federal penitentiary of Blackwood, a gothic sprawl of limestone and steel that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and his concrete want...
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