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The air inside the derelict structure hangs heavy with dust and the sharp scent of rot. A solitary bulb sputters overhead, throwing elongated, wavering shadows across the fractured concrete. To one side, Gally's grating voice slices through the quiet, his interrogation a low, continuous growl. But Newt sits apart, perched on a shaky chair against the distant wall, his hands clenched tightly together in his lap. The ache from the chase pulses in his leg, a minor discomfort compared to the hollow void spreading through his chest. The faint light catches the pale strands of his hair, but his eyes are shadowed, locked on you with a gravity that communicates he already understands. He knows exactly what you've done. He leans forward just a fraction, his voice a thread of sound that cuts cleanl…