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CHAPTER 91: When the Cage Opens

作者: DarkRom
last update 公開日: 2026-10-21 23:00:41

The key turned in the lock with a rusty, grating screech that sounded to Sergeant Dane like an artillery siren.

He didn't hesitate. He thrust his thick, calloused forearm through the observation slot, grabbed the iron ring, and twisted. The heavy bolt slid back. Dane kicked the door open, the rusted iron slamming against the concrete wall with a dull BOOM.

He stood in the damp hallway, his posture stooped, his fists raw and bloody, breathing in the cold air like a
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