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... llpaper, crooked lamps, a sagging couch in the corner—was now drenched in crimson. Blood painted the floorboards, splattered the walls in long arcs, and pooled beneath the chairs where Slimy and Macho sat tied back-to-back. Their breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps, their bodies convulsing against restraints that had already cut into their wrists and ankles from their struggles.
Marcus stood before them, humming softly as if he were a painter evaluating his work. His sleeves were roll ...
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