[Tweener laughs]

In a maximum-security facility, silence was never truly silent. It was a symphony of tiny details. The squeak of a guard’s boot on the linoleum three corridors away. The rhythmic drip-hiss-drip of a leaking pipe in the bathroom. The low, vibrating hum of the electrified fence outside the window.

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