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... ricks of brown to her side, the voices of dozens echoing down the hall as a—"Clink, clink, clink, clink..."—continued down every bar down the hall from a short spear.
She squinted—like it was an alarm clock waking her up for school. Oh how she hated that noise. Jotou groaned awake, the solid board of wood creaking as she lifted her head from the rock-hard pillow.
Inside of a cell was the last place she imagined to be in her life; then again this is how it all wou ...
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