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Weekly Contest #362
Last and First Meal Caleb was led down the sterile concrete corridor. The cold steel of the cuffs rubbed against his wrists. Jacobs, his guard, was following behind him. The only noise is the sound of their footfalls echoing off the walls. “Where are we going?” Caleb asked. No answer. Asking again, “Where are we going?” Still no answer. They continued to walk in silence until Jacobs stopped Caleb in front of elevator doors with a little box and screen next to it. Jacobs leaned over the box and it scanned his eyes. After a confirmation...
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