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... in the back of the warehouse that had been reinforced with scavenged steel plates and soundproofed with what looked suspiciously like a thousand stolen mattresses.
In the center, a series of robotic training dummies stood at attention, their blank, plastic faces seeming to stare into the middle distance with a profound, existential dread.
"Behold!" Jax declared, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. "The ’Pain Palace’! The ’Hurt Locker’! The ’Room of Doom’!"
"I haven’ ...
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