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It always did.
The lights above the interrogation room hummed softly, casting a pale glow over the chair bolted to the floor.
The man tied to it barely looked human anymore not because of blood or gore, but because whatever fight he’d had left in him had been systematically erased.
Marco.
His head hung forward, chin resting against his chest, wrists bound behind the chair so tightly his shoulders trembled with every shallow breath he took.
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