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... shoulder with a wince.
His back ached, his arms throbbed, and even his fingers felt stiff after hours of swinging around the C-grade sword.
It might not have weighed much to most, but to someone whose body wasn’t trained for melee combat anymore, it was as if he’d been lifting concrete slabs all day.
He dropped into a chair and leaned back, scowling at the ceiling.
"My body isn’t built for this crap anymore..." he muttered.
Sure, the potions he made were ...
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