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... x... you awake?" I heard Jehssope ask as he poked my cheek.

"Mhm... What’s wrong?" I whispered softly, opening my eyes.

He didn’t say anything, but he pointed towards the door, instead. I stretched out first, then rolled over to check on Wahrryn, before nodding and sliding out of bed.

Once we were out of Lyukhe’s room, we made our way to our other room. It was pretty impressive how much they had put into this room, in less than 2 days. Most of the games we had no idea how ...

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