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... bruises, his hazel eyes haunted, flickering with a mix of relief and dread.
Ila lay dead at his feet, her once-vibrant teal eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her black hair fanned out in a pool of her own blood, her muscular frame still, lifeless, a fallen tyrant.
The transparent wall before him revealed the shapeshifter chamber, a sterile prison where green-skinned figures shuffled aimlessly, their white eyes vacant, their tattered uniforms hanging off emaciated frames—a liv ...
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