Chapter 18 Six Hours

The cell door swung open.

Aria stared at it. At Lia standing in the doorway, keycard still in her hand. At the empty corridor beyond.

Freedom. Or at least, the illusion of it.

"Move," Lia said. Her voice was low. Urgent. "We don't have much time."

Aria's legs felt like they were made of lead, bu...

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