The Golden Myth
The Warden stood in the doorway of Cell Block D, his tie askew, his face a mask of bureaucratic concern that did not quite reach his eyes. He held a clipboard like a shield. "Thorne, the zero-incident record is at risk," he said, his voice flat, stripped of all modulation. "Kael is complaining about the Hum. You need to log it." I kept my eyes on the floor tiles, counting the cracks. One, two,...
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