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... verconfident idiot I've ever rolled my eyes at. Turns out there's a special kind of humiliation in realizing you were exactly twelve seconds away from poking something cursed and exploding.
The forest hadn't even tried to hide it.
One moment, we were trudging through thick underbrush, Cinders mumbling about frogs again and Relay humming some off-tune marching song. The next, the half-elf at the front of our group froze mid-step and raised her hand.
We stopped.
The ...
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