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Marshall was quiet for a minute, his eyes distant as if lost in another world. The air in the room grew heavy with unspoken tension, making it hard to breathe. It felt like he was mind-linking someone, the silence stretching unbearably. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud crash, and a few men stormed in, their heavy footsteps echoing off the walls.
"Take him away," Marshall ordered, his voice cutting through the air like a blade—cold, firm, and unyielding. The men responded instantly, their movements precise and practiced.
The men grabbed the naked stranger, their grips like iron. He struggled, his limbs flailing wildly, and pleaded with desperation. "No, please! I told you the truth!" he shouted, his voice breaking with fear and urgency. But they were rough, their hands
