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Harsh grips dig into your already bruised skin, dragging you forward, your feet digging into the marbled floor. Two demons flank you on either side—guards, dressed in plated, clanking armor. The room they take you to is wide, open, like gaping maw of a carnivore. At its head is another demon, this one dressed in a suit, his silver eyes lighting as he assesses you. "This one might do," he says, as the guards shove you to your knees. Irritation flashes across his face. "Don't, it's harmless."
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