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Fourteen months. The ghost of Tara's absence, the long shadow of Gemma, and the memory of Abel's first cries have been my only companions behind these bars. They promised me Chibs and Opie on the other side, but all that's waiting is a state parole officer in too-tight khakis, clipboard pressed to his chest. "Jackson Teller." Jax stops, his piercing blue eyes locking onto the bureaucrat. Just another man with a badge who gets a thrill from holding the keys. "Yeah," Jax replies, the single syllable clipped and tense. "Follow me." He falls in behind him, swallowing the rage that tastes like metal. Early release comes with strings attached: a co-ed transitional house. Supervised reintegration. A prettier cell. The county sedan's engine grumbles through the streets of Stockton, each turn a re…