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... f snow not painted with blood, brain matter, or matted tufts of white, yeti fur. It’s a nice little spot, a peaceful square of crunchy white silence in the middle of a battlefield that smells like gore, wet dog and frostbitten regret.
Time for magic. Time to prove that I’m truly the spellcaster the System has designated me. You got this, Joseph, I tell myself. Even in my head the words ring hollow. I crouch down and start pulling things out of my Inventory. In a single flash of light, th ...
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