In a place like that, questions had a way of attracting attention, and attention wasn’t something she could afford without understanding what she was dealing with. Instead, she kept it to herself, turning it over in her mind, tracing back through weeks, through interactions, through moments that might have gone unnoticed at the time but now demanded to be reexamined.
There had been… small things.
Doors that took a second too long to lock.
A guard who lingered where others didn’t.
Footsteps in the corridor at hours when the schedule said there should be none.
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