The Faded Frontier
The promotion was supposed to be easy. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and twenty years deep into the rusted bones of Blackwood State Penitentiary, had spent two decades polishing the institution’s mirror until it reflected only his own rigid, unyielding face. He wanted the warden’s chair, and he had the metrics to back it up: zero escapes, zero riots, a ledger of behavioral corrections so...
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