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Chapter 76: The Ghostly Echo

Author: Ruthie B
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 00:05:19

Finn’s POV

The cold iron floor of the processing tier felt like frost biting through the worn rubber soles of my state-issued boots.

It was Monday morning, and the prison yard was enveloped in a thick, gray harmattan haze that rolled over the high concrete walls of the facility, blotting out the sunrise.

I sat on the edge of the low metal bench in processing bay four, my elbows resting heavily on my knees, my breath blooming into faint white plumes in the freezing air.

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