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Relief flooded through me, that horrifying sound was gone, hopefully forever. A tiny party formed in my head, but the celebration only lasted a couple seconds.

When I turned around, I found a familiar man, Zane Stone, but he didn't look like himself. His serious gaze had disappeared, and he didn't look that determined to do anything but sit there in a big pile of blood and chemicals. Chains were connected to his hands and feet, giving him less of an opportunity to move.

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