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You find yourself thrust against justice into this damp cell. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and take stock of two rusted cots, stacked one on top of the other against the far wall. A man, weathered by time and incarceration, occupied the top cot. He paid you no attention save for speaking a single word upon your arrival...
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