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Caleb shifted uncomfortably against the cold metal chains binding him to the wall. The dank cell reeked of mildew and despair. His body ached from the interrogation, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the storm raging in his mind. Sasha. Her name echoed in his thoughts like a mocking refrain. He could still see the shock and betrayal in her eyes when she recognized him. It stirred something within him - not guilt, exactly, but a gnawing sense of unfinished business. "Damn it all," he muttered, yanking futilely at his restraints. The cell door creaked open, and a guard entered with a tray of food. Caleb's lip curled in disgust at the meager offering. "What, no five-star cuisine for the prisoner?" he sneered. The guard ignored him, setting down the tray and leaving without