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Chapter eight

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Mira Pov

The walk felt longer than it probably was.

The guard who had called my name didn't say a single word after leaving the room, and after a while I stopped expecting him to. Every question that formed in my head died before it reached my mouth.

The corridor stretched ahead of us, clean and bright in a way that felt wrong.

Everything in this place felt wrong.

The holding room had at least looked lived in. People cried there. People argued. People existed there.

This part of the building f
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