The cold stone walls of the cell felt like they were pressing the air out of my lungs. I sat there in the dark, the silence of the prison broken only by the ragged rhythm of my own shallow breathing. Sleep, heavy and insistent, began to drag me under. My head drifted forward, and I lost myself in the gray space between wakefulness and oblivion.Then, a faint sound, a whisper of motion, jolted me.My instincts, sharpened by years of combat, flared to life. I was about to surge up and strike, but the figure in the shadows held up a hand. She placed a finger to her own lips, signaling for absolute silence."Shhh."I squinted through the gloom, my heart hammering against my ribs. The woman was unnaturally still. As she leaned into the small patch of moonlight filtering through the cell’s ventilation grate, I saw her face clearly. She was young, her skin an incredibly fair, porcelain tone that seemed almost luminous in the dark. Her hair was a striking, doll-like platinum blonde, and her e
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