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... or a half-hearted clap, let alone real applause. His arms hung limp, and his legs felt like boiled noodles.
Riley was not sure what kind of place this was supposed to be, but in his mind, it needed a new label.
A torture chamber.
Yes. Definitely a torture chamber.
From the outside, the spire had looked deceivingly simple. Plain stone, not much to brag about, certainly nothing that screamed "abandon hope, all ye who enter." But the moment he stepped inside, Riley d ...
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