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... tale sweat. Her wrists ached where the ropes had bruised her skin; the chair beneath her was rough and splintered. Around her, the cell hummed with the bored cruelty of men who had been given power for a night.
A soldier spat near her boot, a wet, ugly sound. "Worthless," he muttered. Another laughed and called her names—words meant to wound, to remind her of the place they believed she belonged. They shoved a tin of sour porridge across the stone and left, their boots clanking away like ...
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