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... thick with a mix of odors. The air reeked not only of rotting vegetation but also of a sharp, acrid stench of urine, enough to make one’s stomach turn.
In a cell at the very end of the dimly lit corridor sat a prisoner with a fierce and menacing appearance, his clothes in tatters. He had a burly frame, sharp eyes, and an unmistakable air of banditry about him.
A closer look revealed that he was missing the ring and pinky fingers on his left hand, and the pinky on his right. Only ...
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