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Sheila was taken to an individul cell. It was a small and austere space, with cement block walls painted a dull gray. The floor was cold, hard concrete, with a small drain in the center.
A narrow cot was fixed to the wall, with a thin mattress covered by a sheet and a blanket that seemed to have been used many times before.
Above the cot, a tiny window with bars let in a bit of light, but it was too high to see outside.
In the opposite corner, there was a steel toilet and a small sink, both stained with rust and offering no privacy. The cell door was a solid metal sheet with a small reinforced glass window and a slot for passing food trays.
