The Faded Ruin
Could a man truly be free if he had never seen the sky without a wire cutting it in half? Rajesh Reddy asked the question aloud, his voice cracking against the sterile white walls of the intake center, the shattered glass of the nutrient vial still biting into his palm where he had dropped it. He was thirty-two, a border patrol officer, and he stood holding the fragments of what the state...
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