THE PRIDE OF JUSTICE
Hate, a simmering ember, kept her alive.
Tonight, however, a flicker of something else danced in the pit of her stomach – hope. It started small, a barely perceptible tremor beneath the layers of calloused defiance she’d built around her heart.
Earlier, amidst the fetid, overflowing slop she was forced to handle, a glint of metal caught her eye. Tucked cleverly amongst the refuse, wrapped in a greasy rag, was a small package. Her breath caught in her throat. Any deviation from routine was a risk, but the desperation within her outweighed the fear. Slipping into a deserted corner, she ripped open the package with trembling hands. Inside, nestled amongst damp paper, lay a device unlike anythin
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