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... ucted on my first day, who can't be more than eighteen has had her teeth shattered, her mouth a bloody mess of jagged edges. She sobs quietly, her voice a soft, pitiful whimper that seems to blend into the ambient sounds of suffering.
Next to her, a woman with gouged-out eyes leans against the wall, her face a mask of terror even in her blindness, or perhaps because of it.
Further along, another woman is missing both her legs, the stumps crudely bandaged with filthy rags. She sit ...
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