The Golden Oath
The morning shift at Blackridge Penitentiary begins not with the clanging of doors or the shouting of guards, but with the smell of burnt toast and stale coffee in the staff breakroom. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior corrections officer with fifteen years of service etched into the lines around your eyes, and you want one thing above all else: the early release of your...
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