This appears to be an unpublished, half-finished book written by one of the prisoners here.
It doesn't have a title, but the first page makes mention of some type of method for shanking his fellow inmates.
That menace, Paul, thought he was the best 'cause he knew that special shanking technique, but I was watching him. I saw the way he moved his hands, how he gripped the shank in a way that used his full strength.
The power behind the thrust, pushing the metal instrument deep into the flesh of his enemies. The way they screamed. I memorized it all. Saw it all. And so did he... but not until it was too late.
Their screams became his screams as I gripped his shank and flexed my muscles, pushing it into his throat with my other hand against its side, driving it deeper. Paul's gone now, and I alone know his secrets.
My dear inmates have nothing to fear, though. I don't need to be the best. I just need them to know I killed the best.
That fear will keep them from messing with me, and they'll think twice about trying to steal my ore or call me out for slacking on the job.
They know I can defend myself now, that I have the strength and skill to do what they could not, and I won't let anyone live long enough to regret forgetting it.
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