Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Pardon * * * The morning at the Carlson Labor Correctional Facility began with the sound of a trumpet blaring through the loudspeakers. The dismal tone, spreading low like a death sentence, woke me up. "Everyone, as of this moment! Wake up! Get up, you bastards! The head of each cell, prepare the headcount report!"...
Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Pardon * * * The morning at the Carlson Labor Correctional Facility began with the sound of a trumpet blaring through the loudspeakers. The dismal tone, spreading low like a death sentence, woke me up. "Everyone, as of this moment! Wake up! Get up, you bastards! The head of each cell, prepare the headcount report!" The shout echoed thunderously down the prison corridor, where thin ice clung everywhere. "That bastard of a guard must've had a rooster for a father." One of the inmates sharing the room with me grumbled in a small voice. Meanwhile, I shivered from the cold and slowly rose from my spot. "Traitor, what's the temperature?" The cell leader shouted at me. Traitor. That was the nickname all the criminals in this trash heap called me. I brushed the white frost cli
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