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... th me. Sleek, sharp, black—like depression in blade form. Stronges handed it to me, and I swear, if I wasn't already straight, I would've proposed to that sword right there and then.
The edge gleamed so beautifully it could cut through both flesh and emotional attachment. Aura farming with this baby? Oh, I was about to become the Elon Musk of murder energy.
"Thank you, master," I said, pretending to be humble but vibrating with main-character energy. "I don't even want to know wh ...
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