The execution chamber wasn’t 's'just quiet—it felt suffocating, like the moment before a storm breaks.
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Uncle Ray stood rigid, but the mask he had worn for years was finally cracking. The confident man who once played the grieving brother now looked drained, his skin dull, his composure slipping.
“The boy is confused,” Ray snapped, voice shaking. “He’s traumatized. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
But the Warden didn’t even look at him.
He was staring at the object in his hand—a rusted skeleton key.
“Hold him,” the Warden ordered.
Guards moved instantly.
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