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... hill out for a few months or years. “Lifetimes, maybe,” he mumbled as he laced up his armor again.
In between inventing Saturday morning cartoons that should have existed but never did and trying to remember what color Freya’s eyes were, he’d given a lot of thought about the mistakes he’d made in the dungeon, and the biggest ones was abandoning his search to find somewhere else to be rather than going ever deeper into the madness.
After all, he knew for a fact that the zombie lev ...
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