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In the depths of Bluepond’s county jail, the cold brick walls exuded a biting chill, and through narrow crevices, dark red stains of blood could be faintly seen.
In a brazier, red flames danced wildly while several branding irons lay scattered about, the blood on their tips long since charred into black.
This solitary firelight cast a shifting silhouette on the wall not far away.
The figure belonged to a skinny youth drenched in blood, hanging limply in ...
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