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... s breath catching as he was plunged into disorienting darkness.
The air was cold.
He instinctively tried to move, but his wrists and ankles refused to budge. A metallic clink followed his efforts.
'Chains?' he thought, his heart pounding.
The rough texture of the chair beneath him bit into his back as he struggled, pulling against the restraints that held him firmly in place.
"What's going on?" he whispered to himself.
Where am I?
What happ ...
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