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The Glass Prison

The alarm clock on Kai’s phone buzzed at 6:30 AM, vibrating aggressively against the wooden nightstand.

Usually, this sound was the opening bell of a nightmare. Usually, Kai would wake up with a knot of dread in his stomach, his mind instantly flooding with the humiliating memories of Bungalow 4—the cleaning, the kneeling, the degradation.

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