The prison gates opened slowly, without sound. No clang, no warning bell, just the quiet roll of steel parting from steel. A guard stepped aside and gave a small nod, more reflex than gesture, already turning back before the man had cleared the threshold. Earl stepped out carrying a canvas duffel that sagged near the seams. He paused, taking in the sky with a look that wasn’t awe or relief, just recognition. The light had...