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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two: What Haskins Left
Author: Hanana
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Calloway State Prison at midnight was a place of long corridors and short voices.

Caleb had been inside once already that week, on a Tuesday, and had thought the gray steel walls and humming lights were the loneliest sight he'd ever see. He had been wrong. At midnight, with the cell blocks silent and the night guards moving in pairs, the place had a different quality, a held breath, like a church before a funeral.

Whitlock met him at the sally port in a plain raincoat. She looked haggard.

"Fede
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