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... y head. My wrists burned and when I tried to move, I realized they were zip-tied behind my back, tight enough that my fingers were already going numb.
I forced my eyes open,I was alone in a small room with concrete walls that was illuminated by a single bed lamp that stood at the far end of the room. There were no windows and ventilation was left to the mercy of an old rickety fan. A metal door that marked the entrance to the room looked heavy and old.
I was sitting on a cold met ...
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