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... son.
The sweltering air gathered into droplets on the jagged stone ceiling, falling with slow, rhythmic drips. In the empty and deathly still prison, the sound was piercing.
Two bloodstained figures sat in the darkened cell, their wounds no longer bleeding, but still raw.
"Never thought I'd end up locked in the same prison as a Marine... and yet here we are."
Bullet leaned his back against the blood-smeared, freezing wall, head tilted up slightly, eyes blankly sta ...
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