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... rong>thick—a rancid stew of bleach and rot. A single bulb flickered overhead, its weak light clawing at the shadows of the lab. Cold steel gleamed under the glow, reflecting the trembling form of a woman, twenty winters old, strapped to a table. Her wrists bled where iron cuffs gnawed her skin. Her chest heaved, each breath a jagged knife in her lungs.
She woke to pain. A skull-splitting ache, like thorns twisting inside her bra ...
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