The Faded River
The alarm screams. Red light floods the room. You wake. Not with a gasp. With a scream. It comes from deep in your throat. Raw. Animal. Your body shakes. You are in the cell. Or what passes for one. Concrete walls. Cold. The floor is wet. It smells of rust. And blood. Old blood. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You press them against your eyes. You need to see. You need to stop...
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