The static from the ceiling speaker died, but the synthetic voice continued to echo inside my skull, repeating the same impossibly clear syllables over and over again.*THE SEALED POST-CONVICTION APPEAL FOR INMATE HART HAS BEEN REOPENED.*My knees buckled. It was a subtle, involuntary betrayal of my own body, a sudden loss of gravity that caught me completely off guard.Kael’s broad hand moved instantly, his calloused fingers catching my elbow, taking my weight before I could hit the damp concrete floor of Storage Bay 4. He pulled me up smoothly, anchoring me against his side, but he didn't say a word. His storm-gray eyes were locked on the silent loudspeaker overhead, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitched rhythmically beneath his scarred skin."An appellate directive," I rasped. My voice sounded thin, frail, completely stripped of its usual analytical precision. "They opened the docket, Kael. The federal judge actually opened the docket."For two long, excruciating years, I h
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