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... b swaying faintly overhead, its rusted chain groaning with each subtle movement. The pale glow it cast was weak and sickly, swallowed almost entirely by the emptiness of the space.
The walls were made of rusting iron plates, mottled with dark stains and orange corrosion.
A confinement zone of some kind?
At the center of the room sat a man — "sat" wouldn’t be a correct word. He wasn’t here willingly. His wrists and ankles were bound to the chair by thick metallic ropes, ea ...
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