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... the concrete floor, cold pressing into his spine like the grave. Dina sat curled in the farthest corner, arms around her legs, eyes wide but unfocused. The walls sweated mildew. The ceiling flickered with the sickly light of a single dying bulb, swinging back and forth from no wind at all.
Every second down here stretched like skin on a hook.
"Do you hear that?" Marco whispered.
Dina didn't answer.
"I said—"
"I hear it." Her voice cracked like thin ice. " ...
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