He moved aside and motioned us past the station. We followed him down the aisle and I admired the size of each empty cell as we passed. Every cell came equipped with a single bed, bathroom, a table, a bookshelf and a monitor. We marched passed Kedge"s soldiers, each one fixing me with a contemptuous look. Every cell came with a thick glass front and transparent door with a low humming sound emitting from it.
“The doors to each cell are electrified,” Marle explained. “The door may look like it"s not there, but the prisoners learn otherwise if they try to escape.”
We found Kedge inside the very last cell. He was crouched over the table, reading a book with his back turned toward us. As we stood outside the cell, he seemed to sense us and placed the book down. He turned around and when he c
