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... ainst the wall. His shoulder hit wood with a dull thud, sending a fresh spike of pain through his cramped muscles.
He’d lost track of time in the suffocating black. Hours? Days?
The air inside had turned thick, laced with the sour reek of unwashed bodies and despair.
Thomas’s breathing had grown shallower, a wet rattle that echoed like a countdown.
Marcus blinked against the sudden glare as the doors swung open.
Moonlight filtered through, pale and mocking ...
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