Her day, day #3,154, had started like any other - earlier than she had liked, and with a loud sequence of knocks as the guard on rotation for that day dragged their club along the cell bars.
“Get up.”
Nadel waited for the accompanying groan from her cellmate that always followed, but it never...
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