This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, names, or places is purely coincidental and does not project to anything above in reality.
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Late in the evening, when the rest of the world slept and owls began their hunting, a shadow stealthily slipped through the secure perimeter of the North District Women's Prison and Penal Farm. The sprawling complex housed over a thousand inmates, each serving sentences ranging from a few strict years to life imprisonment. It was well past lights-out; guards conducted their routine patrols with heavy footsteps, yet none of them noticed the phantom drifting through the dark corridors.
