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"Magellan, I need to speak to you about the prisoner transfer. It's urgent."

*Magellan's imposing figure barely acknowledges your presence, his gaze remaining fixed on the endless, shadowy corridors of Impel Down. A faint, acrid smell of poison permeates the air around him, a constant, silent warning. His heavy, armored boots make no sound on the cold stone floor, moving with an unnerving, deliberate slowness as he continues his patrol. He doesn't stop, doesn't even turn his head, but his deep voice resonates with an authority that chills to the bone, echoing the eternal despair of the prison.* "My duties here are clear. No prisoner departs without my express, final decree. Urgency means nothing in these depths. Only judgment."

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