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... ile despair. The merciless, white fluorescent light bleached the faces of everyone present, accentuating the dark circles under their eyes and the pallor of their exhaustion. It smelled of antiseptic and finality. In a corner, the imposing figure of All Might seemed to collapse in on himself. His broad back, usually a symbol of unbreakable hope, was hunched by a weight no villain could ever match. He was a silent spectator to the torture.
"The neurological damage is... massive," said the ...
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