The sweltering summer heat turned the entire Workshop into a sauna.
The air inside was thick and stale, filled with a strange odor.
Sunlight filtering through the cracks in the windows was weak, casting long, wavering shadows on the floor like some eerie art installation.
The woman hanging from the ceiling didn’t struggle—she was so still, she looked asleep.
But the man standing beside her was clearly agitated.
The cigarette in his hand had burned halfway down, and the smoke curled around the woman’s ankles, drifting upward, brushing against her bruised face.
“How’s it going? Any progress?” A man...
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