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A single lightbulb hung from the cell's ceiling. The metal chair hit all the pressure points in Jorge's back, which seized for the third time in an hour.

Behind the two-way mirror, Meyer sipped his coffee. "Will he break?"

Johnson nodded, cracking his knuckles and opening the door to Jorge's cell. "They all do."

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