Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)

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"Jag?" Jag asked the wall.

"Nimio?" Jag asked the wall.

"Lucy..."

"Jane?"

"Drig..."

"For money, or for love?"

"What choices did I make, that made me end up here?"

"What decisions have I made, that left me so much fear?"

"Why do I talk in rhymes, as if normal is a crime?"

"Am I going mad..."

"Or just trying to pass the time?"

"Argh!!" Jag head-butted the wall, as if it would help to jog both of their memories.

"Oh," Jag rubbed his hand on a newly forming lump just above the ridge of his nose. "Oh that was a tender spot," he rubbed it some more.

"Fuck you, wall!" Jag kicked the wall with his foot, and heard something crack. He fell down.

"Oh, no," he moaned, clutching at his toes.

"What an evil wall-ee wall."

Jag rocked back and forth on the floor whilst he held his foot in hands. Something moved in the corner of his eyes. He looked around, but there only the four blank walls to stare back at him. Something moved again, and he looked behind him. Jag stood up. There it was again. Jag prepared himself, anticipating the next movement. He turned to the side and punched, but didn't feel a connection. He spun on his heels all the way round, and yet saw nothing. He looked up and down, scratched his back.

"Nothing. Nothing is strange. Nothing is so...not anything."

"Oh, Lucy," Jag suddenly broke down, crying into his hands, and flopped onto the floor.

"I know I deserve this, you have every right to have put me here, and I know it's too late, but can you find place inside, deep inside of you, where that little part can forgive me?"

Jag stared longingly at the wall, and gestured to it. "You could have at least given me a better cell mate. I don't like wall-ee wall. We fight. And - AND he always starts it. Come on, Lucy, at least get rid of this stupid wall."

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