The Distant Legend
The siren was not a sound so much as a physical blow, a hammer striking the base of my skull. It vibrated through the concrete floor of the detention block, up through the soles of my thin shoes, and settled into my teeth. I was on my knees, hands cuffed behind my back, the plastic biting into my wrists. Around me, the other inmates huddled in corners, their eyes wide and white, staring at the...
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