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... , modern concrete walls, reinforced glass panels, and the steady hum of fluorescent lights gave it a sterile, almost clinical air. But the effect was the same. It smelled faintly of disinfectant and metal, and the silence pressed in like a vice.
Misty sat on the edge of the narrow cot in her cell, a state-issued gray hoodie drowning her frame, her hair limp and unwashed. The cuffs around her wrists weren’t iron shackles but sleek black restraints with blinking security nodes. She flinche ...
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