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... ar from the rude interrogation room. The interrogation room, a rudimentary cubicle in the prison, was similarly shrouded in darkness. The rough stone walls seem to speak of the vicissitudes of time and the helplessness of being forgotten. Faint lights flickered and flickered and flickered overhead, struggling to bring a glimmer of light into the oppressive space.
Inside the interrogation room, the air seemed frozen, with a pungent musty smell and an even stronger smell of despair and fea ...
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