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... . He had quite a few notifications before, but there was no ’voice’. It was just like a line of text appearing at the edge of his line of sight; that was it.
In contrast, this one not only had a voice, but also intonation. It sounded like one of those six-year-old arrogant punks spoiled by their parents.
Before he could question the difference, his eyes caught sight of new notifications that followed.
[Please choose a name for your Hearth Inn]
He narrowed his eyes ...
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