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The soup is cold. You hold the bowl. It trembles in your hands. The broth is thick. It is grey. It smells of iron and rot. You do not drink. You stare at the surface. A single leaf floats. It is black. It is dead. The door opens. Cold air rushes in. It bites your skin. You shiver. You are in a cell. The walls are stone. They are wet. They weep. A man enters. He wears a grey coat. His face is...
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