Behind Bars

The clanging of the cell door as it slammed shut echoed through the cold, sterile hallway. The stench of prison stale sweat, disinfectant, and despair hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the harsh reality that awaited those who crossed this threshold. Days bled into nights, marked only by
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