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... inning once before settling in a sticky pool of spit and blood. The man it had belonged to screamed, his voice letting out a raw, animal wail that scraped against the clothed tent. His head sagged forward, ropes biting deep into his swollen wrists, that were already starting to spill blood.
"Where is the secret passage?" The torturer’s voice was as steady and flat as before, as though he were reciting prayers rather than carving answers from flesh.
The man could not believe what ...
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