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Locked away for crimes they never committed, the prisoners knew their only shot at justice lay beyond the walls. Every moment was spent planning, their whispers lost in the stale air of their cramped cells. They studied the guards' routines, noting the shift changes and the blind spots in the patrols. A smuggled piece of metal became a key, painstakingly fashioned to fit a neglected lock. On a moonless night, with a signal passed down the line, they moved. Hearts hammering against their ribs, they slipped through the shadows, using the noise of a storm to cover the sound of their escape. They navigated the labyrinthine tunnels beneath the complex, a route mapped from stolen fragments of architectural plans. One by one, they emerged into the driving rain on the other side of the fence, free men swallowed by the darkness, their fight for redemption finally beginning.
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