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... cility. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air heavy with anticipation. As he walked in, his wrists bound in tattoo-made restraints, he felt the weight of many eyes on him. The room was large, adorned with dark tapestries and intricate carvings. At the far end, a raised dais held an imposing throne.
Target stood beside Ezra, a smug expression on his face. "It's not too late to reconsider, Ezra," he whispered. "You can still save yourself by giving up a piece of the gang."
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