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He slams the heavy iron maiden’s door. Later, he hears banging, the muffled cries. He opens it with fingers that shake like jelly. His sergeant stands ramrod-straight inside the torture device, eyes wide.“You closed the door.” The accusation is almost in jest. He holds out his hand, lifts Ben’s into it, helps him step out. “Any punctures?” It’s almost a joke.In another life Ben will shake his head, everything will be okay. In this life he nods, like he’s surprised. Then he falls forward. Tom catches him, hands bloody as his sergeant stumbles and dies in his arms. |