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... tched endlessly before them, its damp walls swallowing the echoes of their footsteps. The stench of blood lingered heavy in the air, metallic and suffocating, mingling with the musk of sweat and burnt torches. Dead gladiators lay sprawled across the uneven ground, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the oppressive dark. Yet neither Nathan nor Spartacus spared them a glance. They walked with deliberate calm, as though the corpses were nothing more than discarded obstacles on a forgotten batt ...
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