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... g other than just being bright.
It was actually hot.
Two weeks.
Two weeks of yelling myself hoarse trying to turn the King’s rejects into something that wouldn’t wipe on trash mobs.
I stood on my favorite rock—my personal command post—and watched the circus.
They weren’t pretty.
They definitely weren’t elite.
But hey, at least they weren’t crying anymore.
I guess that’s progress.
"AGAIN!" I roared, my voice echoing like a GM ...
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