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... s of the hideout. The oppressive darkness within these passages seemed to swallow the feeble illumination provided by sporadic lanterns. The air, thick with the lingering scent of dampness and the faint echoes of distant conversations, clung to the walls like a tangible presence.
Peeling paint and cracked plaster adorned the corridor walls, bearing witness to the neglect that had become a pervasive part of the hideout’s aesthetic. Faint traces of color from what might have been vibrant m ...
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