“This very act of defiance had become a therapeutic exercise, one that focused his anger on destroying at least one small part of his prison, and he tightened his grip on the small stick of plas-crete between his fingers.
The scratching provided an amount of control over his life when he had none, and he narrowed his gaze, fixating on the symbol blossoming across his designated section of floor. Another mark, one more dead.”
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Valery G. Olsen,
Perigee