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... s hallways of the prison as if everything was carbon paper tinted with a pencil.
Amidst the blinding obscurity where you couldn’t see even the wall in front of your eyes if you didn’t look carefully, a man was moving with sneaking footsteps. He was carrying a large tied-up bundle of sorts, through the gaps of which poked out bizarrely twisted arms and legs. They were sticking out at angles impossible for normal human structure, angles that only made sense if those limbs were attached apart ...
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