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... ney and their dead. Some inmates, those with a purpose—a family, a score to settle, a place to run—followed suit, slipping into the shadows with grim determination. But the ones left behind, the fifty-odd prisoners still milling around the prison’s corpse-strewn courtyard, were the lost ones. No family, no lovers, no safehouses to crawl into. The world was a vast, hostile fucking wasteland, and they had nowhere to go.
They’d escaped the steel cage of Long Island, but the truth gnawed at ...
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