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... n his hands.
Seeing no reaction from the man, Ahmed Hayley grew impatient with the insolence of this prisoner.
Hayley rapped on the table, demanding, “Did you not hear me?”
The man finally set down his book. Hayley glanced at its serious black cover, upon which were printed three golden letters: “Capital”.
For some reason, Hayley found himself subconsciously short of breath, and the small cell suddenly felt claustrophobic.
Hayley fled in a panic.
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