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CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Anya's POV.

I open my eyes as the guard rang his claw against the bars, making clunking noises, an ebony toned man, probably middle-aged by the stubs of his beards, flicked the passage light on, I turned my face away as it flashed unhinged into my eyes, the lights painful to see.

"Hey murderer, it...

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