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... light a lantern and move forward
Fifth floor.
The man struggled, the rope binding him was too tight; no matter how hard he struggled, it was futile.
"Damn it, where did this lunatic come from? Can't he just mind his own business, damn thing."
He bit the rope with his mouth, his forehead sweating from panic, not knowing what he would face next, but hoping to break free before the other person returned.
Footsteps approached.
He looked up, and the ...
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