The Golden Song
The banquet hall of the Blackwood Correctional Facility smelled of roasted meat and ozone, a cloying mix that coated the back of your throat as you watched Director Vance raise his glass. He was a man of polished surfaces and sharp edges, his smile never quite reaching the cold calculation behind his eyes, and he was there to announce the Harmony Protocol, a system of bio-acoustic dampeners...
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