The Golden Harbor
The heat in Cell Block C was not the dry, dusty heat of summer, but a wet, rhythmic pulse that seeped through the soles of my boots. I stood before the heavy steel door of the solitary confinement unit, my hand resting on the cold iron of the handle, while Deputy Sarah Kael checked the integrity of the lock mechanism with a tightness in her jaw that betrayed her fear. "Warden Thorne," she said,...
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