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... words came out half as a joke, half as disbelief, because nice wasn’t the word anyone should be using in a basilisk den at night.
Still, he couldn’t help it. The inventory felt heavier now, not in weight, but in value. It was the kind of heaviness that made a man walk differently, like his spine knew it was carrying something people would kill for.
So far, he had already obtained close to 40 soul cores, with one of them being a medium one.
The number kep ...
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