The Wistful Witness

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The wall of the holding cell was not white. It was a bruised, peeling yellow, the kind of institutional beige that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. You stood in the center of the room, your boots leaving faint, damp prints on the concrete floor, and you waited. The air smelled of old sweat and industrial cleaner, a scent that had seeped into the lining of your jacket, into the...

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