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Draven’s pov

Pain had a rhythm, a beat that pulsed through my skull like a war drum. I woke to that sound. Not alarms, not shouting,just the steady throb of bruises swelling under my skin and the rancid scent of mold, rust, and stale piss filling my nose.

I blinked.

Darkness.

No window. No li...

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