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... e old wood. Dust particles danced in the dim light, filtering through a small, grime-covered window, revealing the worn-out stones and rusty chains that lined the walls.
Wooden shelves lined the walls, sagging under the weight of forgotten things such as pliers, needles, and other blood-covered instruments of torture.
Cobwebs clung to the corners, silent witnesses to years of neglect of the cellar that served as a prison. The air was cool, carrying a musty scent of oldness. The w ...
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