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... s body ached. Not the good kind of sore where you flex and feel like a champion. No, this sh*t was the kind that screamed, "Congratulations, you’re f*cking dying today!"
He rolled onto his back and let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. Morning sunlight poured in through the curtains, way too cheerful for how he felt.
"Note to self," he muttered, staring at the ceiling, "no more three-hour solo sword sessions unless I’m actively trying to become an old man ...
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