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Chapter 327 - 8

You shuffle a step forward. Walking is slow and awkward with the tightly fastened shackles locking your legs close together to prevent you from running. Movement is possible of course, but the elegance of smooth actions and gestures is a physical impossibility.

"Yes, Sir!" you reply boldly, your words muffled by the muzzle, but still understandable.

The warden walks over and glares at you. "You've got moxie, kid. I'll give you that. What's your name, boy?"

I give a fake name.

I give my real name.

"Why do you want to know?"

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