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... since the last agonized cry echoed down from the upper levels. Now, the dungeon was quiet.
It was a heavy, suffocating silence. It pressed against Marcus’s eardrums and made his own heartbeat sound like a drum.
Marcus sat with his back against the cold stone wall. He pulled his knees to his chest.
His mind was a mess.
He tried to use his coaching techniques. He tried to reframe the situation.
’Visualization,’ he thought. ’Visualize a way to escape.’
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