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Twenty-One
Twenty-One The light was cold now. Brice was sure it had cut off at one point. He’d had his eyes closed, but something flickered. And now, when he looked around, the room was bathed with a hint of blue. Was this part of Daman’s torture? Brice wouldn’t be surprised if the company man was watching remotely, and laughing. Brice turned, looking into the corners of the room, where any sensor would be hidden. He stuck his fingers up and sneered. If Daman thought he could get to Brice this way, he was mistaken. Brice had been outside with the shades. He’d fought them. Being held in a room with dodgy lighting was nothing. But what if this wasn’t Daman’s doing? Brice tried the door, and of course it was sealed. But Doctor Regas had said this door would remain locked unless the outer door was
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