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... a knock on his hut. It was Alex, the chiseled poster boy for all things heroic and painfully uptight.
"Get ready. We're going hunting again," Alex said, all business.
For some reason, Raedon's whole body shivered. And not the good kind, like when Alice bent over and accidentally gave him a view of paradise—no, this was the PTSD-flavored kind.
The last time this goblin body went hunting with Alex, he came back looking like someone had played kickball with his ribs.
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