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... ghtly, allowing a small amount of light to filter through. There was light here, and it was very bright.
Where was this? Had he been released?
A flood of chaotic thoughts surged in his mind in an instant, but Hughes forcibly suppressed them, staying utterly motionless, like an empty husk.
No rush to investigate—he could pretend first.
“Success! It worked!”
“The Evil God has descended!”
“Fantastic! Everything went smoothly! We are saved!”
“A ...
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