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... et, but not empty. The kind of quiet that throbbed, that hummed, that scraped your skin with the memory of screams even when no one was actually screaming.
The only light came from a slit of a window high on the far wall, a single crooked rectangle that spilled enough glow to illuminate dust motes as they danced, floating like lazy insects around the stale, damp air.
Gods, this place smells like despair fucked a sewer and had a baby—it’s perfect.
In the center of it all s ...
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