The heavy steel door of Cell 412 in the maximum-security administrative wing of the King County Correctional Facility slammed shut with a deafening, hydraulic thud that reverberated through Mark Hayes's skull like an iron hammer. The deadbolts engaged with three mechanical clicks, followed by the muffled receding footsteps of the corrections officer down the concrete catwalk. Mark stood motionless in the center of the eight-by-ten concrete cell. The air was…
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