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The room was cloaked in shadows, dimly lit by a flickering overhead bulb that swung slightly—squeaking like a dying breath—casting erratic light across the cracked walls and cement floor. The air was thick. Not with dust, but with the heavy, cloying stench of blood. Metallic. Sharp. Overpowering.

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