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Unyielding Fire

Gatrina's POV...

The cells were a cold, wet sink, rocky walls glinting with unspoken secrets. Chains dug into wrists, keeping my arms pinned above my head, the metal creaking as I tested it. No nanofortifiers coursed through me—Trix's pill remained on my bed, a siren that I'd refused. I didn't ...