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... but in presence. The kind of chill that clung to the walls, seeped into your bones, and whispered something awful behind every blinking light and hum of machinery. The walls were a sterile white, lined with blue panels that flickered under the artificial light—low, buzzing, sickly.
Liu Xian lay on a metal slab in the center of the room, strapped down by thick steel restraints at the wrists, ankles, and across his chest. He was unconscious, his face pale, jaw slack, black hair a messy cur ...
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