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... d basement, echoing off the cold concrete walls. The sound came from a man suspended from the ceiling beams.....tied so tightly his shoulders had long passed the point of dislocation. His head hung downward, legs bound upward, a dirty sack covering his face and muffling his ragged breaths.
Around him, the cries of other prisoners drifted from iron-bar cells lining the walls....weak, hopeless pleas swallowed by darkness.
The air was thick with the stench of oil, old blood, sweat, ...
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