The searchlight beam rotates slowly across the frame, illuminating falling snow in its path. The guard shifts his rifle slightly, exhaling a cloud of frozen breath into the air. The sun sinks lower, deepening the shadows until the prison becomes a black monolith against the dying light. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking on screen): Voice: Deep, r...
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