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... e just enough to be painful. It was the kind of grip that said, I have nothing better to do than make your day miserable.
"I’m talking to you, NPC," Jareth sneered, leaning down. His breath smelled like peppermint and arrogance.
I didn’t struggle. In a world governed by stats and levels, struggling when your Strength is F-tier against a guy who probably had a C-tier physique was just asking for a dislocated shoulder.
"Look," I said, keeping my voice steady, though my hear ...
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