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... hat’d just served three hundred screaming customers.
Lucen rolled his shoulders as he passed the resting booth. His left elbow still ached faintly from the early block. Nothing serious. Just a reminder that Rikta had some weight when he wasn’t overcooked.
A door ahead hissed open, and Gen stepped through it holding a bottle of something that looked like mana soda and disappointment.
He raised it like a lazy toast.
"Well, well," Gen said, grinning. "Ghostweave, huh ...
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