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Chapter 32: The Iron Cage

Author: Plum&Prose
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 01:18:37

The flat, clinical hum of the recessed ceiling lights was the only indication that time was passing. Grace sat on the edge of the low platform bed, her knees pulled tightly against her chest, her eyes locked on the seamless line where the white composite wall met the polished concrete floor.

There were no clocks. No windows to track the rising or setting of the sun. The air that pumped through the minimalist vents was completely odorless, chilled to a precise, unvarying temperature. Elias had d
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