Jack puts his hand on the lever. The life of Callum is in HIS hands. He pulls the lever, his eyes closed
The trap door is open, it's huge gaping expanse. The noose hangs and swings. BUT THERE IS NO CALLUM...

Jack puts his hand on the lever. The life of Callum is in HIS hands. He pulls the lever, his eyes closed
The trap door is open, it's huge gaping expanse. The noose hangs and swings. BUT THERE IS NO CALLUM...
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