Veronica didn’t believe in magic. She believed in pressure points, riot foam, and the satisfying crunch of a baton on bone. So she took the doll to the incinerator. She watched it burn—the gray fabric curling, the hair sizzling, the pins melting into a silver puddle.
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Veronica Leal is a seasoned prison guard with over a decade of experience in the correctional system. Her colleagues and superiors have consistently praised her for her professionalism, compassion, and dedication to her work. Leal has always been committed to providing a safe and supportive environment for both inmates and staff, and her reputation as a fair and empathetic officer has earned her the respect of those around her.
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Veronica looked through the bars. Desrosiers sat cross-legged on his bunk, eyes closed, murmuring something too low to hear. His cell was sparse — no photos, no books, no personal items except for a small cloth pouch hanging from a nail beside his bed. Around the pouch, tied to the bars themselves, were thin cords in red and black, woven into patterns.
