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... th the stench of rust and decay. The crumbling walls of the old industrial complex loomed like silent sentinels, their cracked concrete and shattered windows casting jagged shadows under the pale dawn light. Inside, Jason sliced through the coarse ropes binding Avril's wrists with a razor-sharp dagger, the blade glinting briefly before he sheathed it. "Move it, superstar," He growled, his voice low and impatient. "Time to find you a new hideout."
Avril, her face gaunt and pale, rubbed he ...
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