Chapter 4
The air in the interrogation room was cold and stale, carrying the musty stench of a place that never saw the sun.
I stood behind the two-way mirror, my eyes locked onto the man sitting in the iron chair.
He wore a filthy, tattered gray coat, his entire body hunched into a ball.
The most striking...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
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