Chapter 56
The night air was thick with smoke and blood. Sirens howled in the distance like wolves mourning the dead. Alicia didn’t flinch as she stepped over the sprawled body of the last prison guard — a clean kill, knife to the throat. His blood soaked into her already-ruined shirt, but she kept moving. No hesitation. No remorse. Not yet, anyway. She scaled the eastern wall of the burning prison using a discarded maintenance ladder, slipping into the shadows as searchlights swept across the yard. Her movements were precise, efficient. Every escape route had been memorized, rehearsed. This wasn’t a fluke. This was planned. She dropped down the other side of the wall and vanished into the night like a ghost. --- The safe house was fifteen miles out, tucked between empty fields and old vineyards
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