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... und interrogation chamber. Silver dust lingered in the air like poison, and Alistair Ashthorne slumped against the pole he was chained to, his breathing shallow, his skin blistered and raw from repeated sprays of wolfsbane. The pain etched into his face seemed endless, but beneath it, his eyes held a quiet, unreadable calm.
Astrid Voss stood silently, her arms crossed as she studied the wreck of the boy before her.
Magnus Thorn leaned on the table nearby, flicking dried blood fro ...
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