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The target slipped out of sight, the bullet narrowly missing its mark. Sho cursed under his breath and dropped back behind cover. The mission —if you could even call it a mission at this point— was already a mess. From the start, really, it was doomed. In theory, it was simple: the Merc Guild had hired him to
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