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ARDEN

I was sitting at my desk wearing my headset completely focused on the game in front of me.

My character was crouched behind cover while my team pushed toward the objective. Enemy players were defending hard.

A voice came through my headset. "Nice positioning. Wait for my signal then flank left."

I smiled. "Copy that."

This was ShadowKnight. A player I'd met a few days ago who had basically adopted me as their gaming student.

They used a voice changer so I had absolutely no idea if they w
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