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"You’re in luck, witch. The jailers have bet me a round of beers that I can’t get a confession before the sun goes down, without shedding a single drop of blood or leaving any marks on you... HA! They have no idea... Now, little minion of Satan, tell me, do you prefer to talk or laugh?"

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