The warden's face was grim as he heavily trampled upon the lifeless body of the condemned prisoner, each step accompanied by a dull thud. A ferocious, twisted smile spread across his face, as if he were relishing this cruel moment.
Behind the warden, the guards stood numbly. They were long accustomed to such scenes and took it all for granted.
The air in the prison was thick with oppression and dread, heavy as a never-ending nightmare. The dead prisoner lay sprawled on the cold ground, a once-vibrant life reduced to something utterly insignificant and powerless here.
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