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... shoebox of stone walls, rusted bars, and that faint stench of sweat and despair that clung to every corner of this prison like a perfume no one had asked for.
Honestly, if they ever bottled the scent and sold it, they could make a fortune. "Eau de Misery: with hints of mildew, hopelessness, and just a touch of dead rat." I’d buy it, if only to throw the bottle at someone I hated.
Inside, Brutus sat perched on the edge of his bed like a boulder someone had accidentally left in the ...
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