The corridor is smotheringly hot. Light filters in sparingly thru microwave size barred holes hugging the spider web braided ceiling. A wall of black tempered steel bars separate me from the condemned as Barney scouts me to my elusive destination .ironically, cell #8. But we are not in Andys jail up the river a ways in Mayberry, no; this place is right out of the movie Birdman of Alcatraz. Towns people rumble that unexplained accidents and disappearances occur naturally around here, like apple pies on Aunt Bees window sill across from the ball park.
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