The heavy mahogany doors of the study clicked shut, locking the three of us inside a dense, suffocating silence. The black glass of the electronic tablet lay flat on the desk, a dead mirror throwing our pale reflections back at us. The robotic, modified voice of the masked man still seemed to bounce off the walls, vibrating in my ears like a lingering fever
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I will start with your sweet, innocent son. I will make sure he forgets his father's face.
