Placeholder: A hydra, its seven heads, each one brimming with malevolence, writhe and strain against the chains that hold them captive. Six of the heads, chained tightly, restrict the hydra's movements. But the seventh head unchained looms above the others. A hydra, its seven heads, each one brimming with malevolence, writhe and strain against the chains that hold them captive. Six of the heads, chained tightly, restrict the hydra's movements. But the seventh head unchained looms above the others.

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A hydra, its seven heads, each one brimming with malevolence, writhe and strain against the chains that hold them captive. Six of the heads, chained tightly, restrict the hydra's movements. But the seventh head unchained looms above the others.

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