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... an indistinguishable mass. I can't tell if I've been here for moments or an eternity. It's all a ceaseless, disorienting blur, and my attempts to discern any semblance of chronology are futile.
The voices—those of the masked figure, my fellow prisoners, and the distant echoes—merge into an unintelligible cacophony. I can hear them, but their words are gibberish. They hold no meaning, no connection to reality. It's as if they speak in a language I've never heard before, and my attempts t ...
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