Chapter 137

The dimly lit corridor of the decrepit prison was a grim sight, with rusty bars and peeling paint on the walls. The air was heavy with the stench of desperation and despair. Micah, disoriented and bruised, had been forcibly dragged down this corridor by a pair of burly guards.

As they reached a heavy, iron-clad door at the end of the corridor, Micah's heart pounded in his chest. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the guards roughly shoved him toward the cell.

With a forceful push, Micah was thrown violently into the cell. Time seemed to slow as he soared through the air. He landed with a painful thud, his butt making first contact with the unforgiving stone floor. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through his spine, and he winced as he crumpled to the ground.

The cell was dimly lit, and the only source of light came from a small, barred window high above. The clang of the heavy door slamming shut echoed through the chamber, sealing Micah inside. He slowly picked himself up, hi
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