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chapter 91- Victor's death

Victor lay on the hard, narrow cot, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of his prison cell. The thin blanket was threadbare and provided scant comfort against the biting chill of the night. The buzzing of mosquitoes supplied a steady background hum that prevented him from sliding into the sleep he so desperately needed. He swatted at one that landed on his arm but knew it was useless. They had always come back, always found a way to harass him.

But the mosquitoes were not the only things that kept him awake tonight. Tomorrow was the day he had been waiting for—the day that finally he would be free. Years of incarceration, and the thought of freedom washed him in a wave of happiness, even in that restless night. With a happy sigh, a rare smile curled at the corners of his mouth. He closed his eyes, trying to picture what it would look like outside of those walls: not having to feel the cold concrete beneath him or the bars that kept him enclosed.

The sounds of the prison at night were famili