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... ad a unique smell. It was a mix of bleach, old sweat, and the coppery scent of despair.
I adjusted my spectacles and smoothed the lapel of my cheap, ill-fitting suit. To the guards, I was Mr. Arthur Evans, a court-appointed attorney here to discuss a plea deal. To the world, Charles Watson was a ghost, a fugitive who had vanished into the wind.
But I wasn’t just a ghost, I was a father.
"Client is in room four," the guard grunted, buzzi ...
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