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The woman flinched, as if the question itself was an act of violence. “I… I’m just a technician.”

She was a beginning.

The light that spilled in wasn’t the sterile blue of the prison, but a deep, painful gold. Two figures stood in the doorway. One was the warden, his face a mask of bureaucratic bewilderment. The other was a young woman, no older than Min had been at her trial. She wore a technician’s gray coverall, but her eyes were red-rimmed, and her hands trembled. JUQ-37301-59-24 Min