Epilogue

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At an undisclosed prison, three prisoners in particular are shown in a cell.

Miller: *Trying to pull the bars off*

Calaway: *Moping* My power... My power... My power... My power...

O'Brien: *Looking over some crude drawings of Lincoln, his friends, and his family* Mark my words, Lincoln Loud. I'll find my way out of here. And I will never stop until I destroy everything and everyone you love. *Turns to a drawing of Sid*

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