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... g second, as if the very space was conspiring to trap him. The fluorescent lights above flickered intermittently, casting a harsh, unfeeling glow that made the air feel thick, oppressive. Sweat stung his eyes, mixing with the salt of his fear. The scent of his own anxiety clung to his skin like a second layer, and every breath felt like an effort. He could taste the tang of adrenaline in the air, the bitter sharpness of what was to come.
Ishigo wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hand ...
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