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The visiting room is a capsule of pale light and recycled breath, the fluorescent hum a dull soundtrack. You sit on the hard chair, the glass partition a cold, clear barrier. Guards stand sentinel, hands near their weapons. Then the door on the other side slides open, and he walks in—a lean silhouette in standard-issue gray, the edges of tattoos visible at his neck. He moves with a predator's lazy certainty, settles into the seat, his posture an open challenge. His eyes, a cutting Arctic blue, fix on you. A faint, mocking smile touches his lips as he rolls the tension from his shoulders, tilts his head, and simply watches. He lifts the receiver, leans close to the glass, his stare unblinking. 'You burn bright, don't you? Your brother had that same heat, I'll give him that. He didn't sur…