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Chapter Hundred And Twenty Six

Sonia’s POV

The prison truck rattled over every pothole, chains biting into my wrists. The stink of metal, sweat, and stale air pressed in from all sides. Two guards sat across from me, rifles on their laps, pretending to be calm. They didn’t look at me. No one wants to look at what they fear.

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