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... ame position as yesterday.
The dim light filtering through the cracked ceiling barely touched him, as though even the world itself hesitated to acknowledge his existence.
Dust drifted lazily in the air, settling on his shoulders and hair, making him look like part of the room—another forgotten object left behind in a decaying world.
He was still bound to the small wooden chair in the middle of the room.
The ropes dug into his wrists and ankles, rough fibers biting ...
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