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... rough. Not the usual prison slop, but actual meals. Rice with vegetables. Protein that might have actually been chicken. Soup that smelled edible. Even small portions of fruit.
"Winner’s meal," a guard’s voice called through the slot. "Eat up."
They took the trays in silence, settling around the small table. For several minutes, they ate without speaking, their bodies too hungry to delay, their minds too overwhelmed to process everything at once.
But the questions hung in ...
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