The Pale Verdict
The transfer request was on the desk, the paper yellowed and soft at the edges. Warden Halloway did not pick it up. He sat behind the heavy oak, his hands folded over a stack of incident reports, and looked at Sergeant Elias Thorne. The room was cold. It was always cold in the basement office, a chill that the radiator fought in vain, a dampness that seeped into the bones. Thorne stood...
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