“air and he could taste it. The constant echo of metal on metal assaulted his ears. Other inmates yelled and whistled, slamming and shaking the bars that contained them. They hooted and howled at him as he was pushed ahead. He faced one last door. It swung open, and a hand on his back thrust him into the small room. The leg constraints were removed, and then the cuffs binding his wrists. Finally, the”
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Rayven T. Hill,
Blood and Justice