"It's the jumpsuits," Cain explained, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and holding it out as Sin moved forward to take it. "They're lacing them with rotweed - that stuff sends you batshit crazy in small doses. By the looks of this they're dosing the clothes with enough of it to break a Fae's mind completely within a matter of weeks." "That's why the inmates were suddenly going insane," I breathed in realisation, letting Roary haul me to my feet as I drank in that information.
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