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ANISE

The silence was a trickster. It wasn’t peace—it was the breath before the storm.

Anise sat on the cot's edge, knees pulled close, in a cold, dim cell that reeked of damp concrete and stale sweat. Her wrists ached from the zip ties. Her vision still adjusted to the sickly yellow glow from t...

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