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WHEN NOBODY APPEARED TO STOP him, Peng continued out of the interrogation room, down the corridor, up some stairs and out of the building. His body ached from the damage he had endured, and his two smashed toes sent lightning bolts up his leg with each step.
Peng was overwhelmed by the events of the past days. He felt emotionally numb, probably in shock. His normal, predictable life had been upended in a matter of days. His wife and only child had been taken from him and wouldn’t be returned until he could explain what he didn’t understand himself. He was isolated and helpless.
Peng hobbled to the gate office and grabbed a roll of bandages and a bottle of painkillers from a first aid kit. He took these items and headed directly to the toilet under the watchful gaze of his boss.
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