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... ms echoed around the room.

A knife was pointed towards Gabriel’s left leg.

The hole was still throbbing in pain in his right leg where the blade had just plunged into it. He was desperately trying to figure out what had happened and how he had ended up here.

A dirty man, of average height, who is no older than 30, with a beard covering the whole of his jawline and a scar running from his eyebrow all the way to his lip, was smiling at Gabriel, using his teeth.

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