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The wagon wheels hit a patch of thick, black sludge at the bottom of the pass, and the whole vehicle gave a sickening lurch. I tried to brace myself against the wooden frame, but my muscles felt like overcooked noodles. Being Level 10 sucked. It wasn’t just that I was weaker; it was like the very air had become thicker, heavier, pushing against my chest with every breath. My vision was a little blurrier at the edges, and the constant, low-level hum of the "System" in the back of my head h ...
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