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ring for the guard. She stalks over to my
cell, disinterested. "What is it, Ghost?"
“I’d like to have a word with the
warden. It’s urgent.” I hear the shake in
my voice and taste the fear in my mouth.
It’s a very real thing right now.
I'm not the most popular person
around here, so I don't expect any
favors.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that.”
