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... o scour every last smear from my skin and clothes, the feeling wouldn’t leave. It clung to me like a curse—sticky, phantom filth that no amount of glowing runes or divine authority could banish.
A psychological scar.
A trauma.
A very, very smelly trauma.
If I didn’t get into real water soon—cold, flowing, honest water—I was going to lose what little dignity I had left. And that was saying something.
So I followed the dark elf. Not to watch, of course. I’m ...
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