Life Behind Bars

The clang of the cell doors slamming shut echoed through the corridor, a grim reminder that freedom was a distant dream . Inside, the air hung heavy with the perfume of sweat, despair, and stale cigarettes. Each surface bore the stories of countless lives lost , each cell a tomb for the soul. Ti
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