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... ached, his head pounded, and the damp, metallic scent in the air made his stomach churn. As he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dimly lit, shabby cell.
The cracked concrete walls were lined with deep scratches, and the rusty metal bars on the door told him everything he needed to know—he was a prisoner.
He sat up with difficulty, his limbs trembling from weakness. His clothes were in tatters, barely hanging onto his thin, malnourished frame.
He lifted his arms, exa ...
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