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... ng dwarf mayor being slavishly worshipped by three women—and a wicked, predatory grin split his face. ’Jackpot indeed. Perfect.’
"Soul Thief," he whispered.
A spectral interface flickered before his eyes.
[TARGET FOUND]
[NAME: UNDEFINED]
[CONFIRM? YES / NO]
Undefined? Jax thought. There’s probably some deep, mystical reason for that. Well, whatever. His focus was elsewhere. "Yes."
His head spun, a violent lurch that felt like his brain was ...
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