In the gloomy death row prison, a mouse or two darted past the entrance from time to time.
The meals for Adoduox and Dian San were pitifully simple—watery congee that was little more than swill, with a couple of wilted vegetable leaves floating on top. Adoduox, possessed of a volatile temper, slammed his bowl against Dian San, splashing the slop all over him.
"Damn it all to hell!" Adoduox bellowed. "Even the pigs wouldn't touch this swill!"
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