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... ll a bowl, but enough that every kobold in earshot froze where they stood. All that festival noise—bickering, laughter, the last of Bitterstack’s singing—shrank to a pin-drop silence. I saw one of the Gen-2s stuck halfway through sweeping, holding a broom like it was a spear, eyes darting between me, the sky, and the yard stones.
Nobody said it, but everyone was thinking the same thing.
System message, dead center above the square, bright enough to wash out the dusk:
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