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Damp echoes trembled through the hollow prison, a taunting counterpoint to the heavy silence. The air clung, thick with the smell of wet stone and crushed hope, lit only by the sickly dance of guttering torchlight. A rhythmic, deliberate clicking of heels shattered the stillness, growing inexorably louder as shapes resolved in the corridor. Beyond the formidable Blackstone bars, a flash of violent magenta seized the eye. There stood Yves, his fair hair a stark beacon in the gloom, the stoic Licht a shadow at his shoulder. The atmosphere twisted, shifting from lonely desolation to a wire-taut anticipation as the spy’s sharp blue eyes found and held the prisoner.