Room
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Complete Sat, Jul 7, 201851m
When political opponents Martin Hall and Theodore Mercury are taken from their homes in the dead of night and placed in a small, barren white room, the pair do everything in their power to keep their minds stable, including writing on the blank walls with a small, mechanical pencil.
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