Everything hurt.Cadon opened his eyes, trying to remember what had happened and where he should be, but his head felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer, his back was killing him, and his legs were on fire.A dust cloud circled around his head. He tried to lift it to see where the dust was coming from, but his head wasn’t too cooperative. Rather than struggling to look around, he lay it back on what felt like concrete and turned his head from side to side.Then it all came back to him.He’d been in an air duct in Alcatraz that had collapsed onto a catwalk, which had also collapsed, and now, looking straight up, it appeared that he was on the bottom floor of the prison. All around him were bent pieces of metal, silver flashing, and rusty railing.
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