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Three days later, she was transferred to Alden Hills Minimum Security Facility. She had a small room with a window that faced a real oak tree. Elara was there, safe. And every night, Karryn would sit on her cot, close her eyes, and update her accounts.

Warden Cross was a new breed of predator. He didn't carry a baton. He carried a clipboard and a smile that never reached his glacial blue eyes. He had arrived three months ago with a mandate from the state review board: "Improve efficiency and reduce recidivism through psychological realignment." karryn prison passives

One hundred and forty-seven. One hundred and forty-eight. One hundred and forty-nine. Three days later, she was transferred to Alden

"You're bluffing," he said, but his finger trembled. Three days later