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... was wearing a loose, baggy blue-gray prison uniform, his newly shaved head making his face look unnaturally pale.
He sat cross-legged, back to the iron door, like a cold stone statue. Four or five days of detention had made his face gaunt and his jawline sharp.
"Ian Kane! Mr. Crowe wants you to take a call!" The officer’s voice echoed in the cramped cell.
He ignored it, not even lifting his eyelids, lost entirely in a state of emptiness and indifference.
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