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... like I’ve lost my mind.
"What?"
"I’m not testing your sense of humor." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
I point at the pristine white floor with Eventide’s hilt.
"You need to cross that room. And the only way to do it without becoming abstract art is to trust what your body feels, not what your eyes tell you."
Silence.
On the other side of the immaculate killing floor, three retractable machine guns are folded somewhere up in the ceiling like teeth in ...
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