The Iron Perimeter: A Cold Reckoning in the Gray Corridors of Fort Meade
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF THE LINE “You’re in the wrong lane, old man,” the voice rasped, thick with the unearned venom of a thirty-year-old sergeant who thought power lived in the thickness of a sleeve. “Pick up your tray and clear out of our space.” Elias did not look up immediately. He kept his…