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The cell wasn't that big; once, Harry would have thought that these Leyrian prisons that were basically like small hotel rooms would have been excessively lavish – criminals did not deserve furniture, books or tablets with interactive games – but now, he regretted those hasty sentiments.
It was a small, box-like room with a table on one side and a bed on the other, and he stood by the window along the back wall. The exit was blocked by a short and slender man whose pale skin was contrasted by his black hair.
A short and slender man who could rip him to pieces.
Closing his eyes, Harry took a deep breath. “You don't have to do this, Jensen,” he said, stepping forward. “I don't know what they did to you, how Isara convinced you to join her misguided cause, but-”
Jensen pointed the gun
