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“Shit,” he hissed under his breath. John realized now that it had been a bad idea to lie to the Broker, but to be fair to himself, he hadn’t realized just how bad it was.
Shadowrealms were hard to keep track of time in. But it had been a day or so, he thought, a day or so of screaming in the dungeon.
Bleeding out with no way out was everything else he was doing, he thought darkly, laughing wetly. “Shit,” John repeated, scrabbling at the rough stones of his dungeon.
There was no rescue.
There was no one coming.