#0029. This is the morning he woke in prison. Flawed design and failure. Snap the photograph. All walls crumble. All cinder blocks tumble. He woke in prison and felt, maybe, for the first time, safe. Apart from Alice. Apart from Idamae. The prisoner looks around and his cell is quiet and it is safe. He crumples like paper. He will wait here for expiration.
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