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The prison was filled with a foul air, and the rusted iron bars were filled with traces of blood.

The frightening sounds of the whips crackling in the air rose and fell, and the miserable howls that came from who knows where did not disappear, added to the gloomy atmosphere of the prison even more.

The shopkeeper sat paralyzed in a cell. His handcuffs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds