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Smoke’s cell door opened automatically.
A voice screamed through an intercom.
“Everybody up. Come on. What are you waiting for? Out! Out!”
Smoke yawned as the light in his tiny cell flicked on. He wiped his face with his blanket and climbed out of bed.
He emerged from his cell into a three-story prison complex. He was on the third floor. Cells lined with walls with a common area in the middle. A long skylight in the ceiling let in starlight. It was only from the movement of the stars through the light that Smoke could tell that the ship he was on was moving. Ever since he'd boarded this jail ship, he hadn't been able to tell if it had been moving.
All around him, men in orange jumpsuits emerged from their cells, too. They were quiet.
Smoke looked down.
The common area was far, f
