Chapter 31
“The bird that flies into the golden cage forgets the sky is freedom” — Unknown The passage of time in the Brotherhood’s Virginia compound was measured by the shifting of shadows against a sterile white wall. Days bled into weeks, and weeks curdled into months. For Chloe, the initial terror had been replaced by a heavy, suffocating dullness. The sedative fog had finally been lifted, not out of mercy, but because Beatrice had grown weary of a captive who couldn't react to her taunts. Chloe was no longer strapped to a gurney. She was kept in a "luxury" cell—a room filled with leather-bound books, a plush bed, and three meals a day that tasted of ash. It was a golden cage designed to keep the "Asset" healthy while they waited for a ghost that never appeared. Beatrice visited like clock
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