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CHAPTER 7: HELL HOLE
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2026-11-12 16:00:46The throbbing pain at the side of my head woke me up. It pulsed down to my shoulder and arms, and it burned in my throat, which was raw from screaming.
Still half-asleep, I groaned and tried to sit up, but my arms jerked to a halt halfway.
My eyes flew open as iron bit into my wrist, and the sound of a heavy chain echoed in the air.
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