Strange Marketing
2025.01.21 07:20 TheBubbanator Strange Marketing
 | I think the existence of the new map is what makes the lack of marketing so strange. Like, if it was just another standard season with a character + skill set it would be one thing, but not a single piece of marketing for a new map is just... odd? Especially since the last time we got a new map, we got stuff a whole week in advance. Even the V Jump scans were weird. They showed off a Mic skin they already announced and a Toga skin from the beta. Idk it's all just very strange to me. I get they aren't good at/don't market super early, but this is the absolute least amount they have ever done, for a season with the most content since s3 submitted by TheBubbanator to MyHeroUltraRumble [link] [comments] |
2025.01.21 07:20 Elir_landes Premium Pass Bug?
 | Hi, I completed all premium Pass missions but for some reason I cannot get all items in premium shop. Is this a bug? I contacted support and they told me they cannot do anything about It, that I should Contact a friend or refer to Google for answers... Any of you with the same issue? Thanks guys. submitted by Elir_landes to PTCGP [link] [comments] |
2025.01.21 07:20 Wall_Existing Spiritborn is really that bad ?
Hi all
Was busy period couldnt follow ptr and campfire etc .
Y.day want to look some build idea but no one talking over SB ? I know at S6 it was stupidly strong ofcourse i dont mean to be same .
Is that really badly nerfed ?
I am 45 years old player , want some easy play build , example Rogue seems complicate for me there is a lot combo to do :))
I am asking over Sb coz i know and it is easy , such as hota , FO sorc this builds easy to play .
SB still worth to go for S7 ?
Thank u all and gl at S7.
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2025.01.21 07:20 johanl666 When trying to move a cut layer, it makes a standstill copy like that. Any solution?
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2025.01.21 07:20 bleeding_nose_9 is staying on opera gx a decent move or should migrate to Mozilla?
because apparently ublock (or maybe other ad blockers) is no longer working on chrome and opera gx is a chromium based site just like chrome.
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2025.01.21 07:20 colormeblues No Spoilers in Post Titles! Utilize Spoiler Tag!
Not everyone is able to watch the new episodes as soon as they release. It is fun to have a community to discuss your favorite show with in real time but lets not spoil it for others.
And do not forget to add spoiler tag!
New cast names in a title is a spoiler.
Please be considerate when creating titles even while using the spoiler tag. Thank you.
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2025.01.21 07:20 Parental_Notice Need help with raids (pc game pass)
Looking for someone who wouldn’t mind running through the first boss or the whole raid a few times, I’m just trying to get the Vulcan chest and helmet because it looks cool, I’m not really into making builds and all that stuff.
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2025.01.21 07:20 KChasm Please help me etymologically proof a stupid Latin joke.
The Latin joke is this: That "hoodlum" is actually a Latin-derived word, and that therefore the technically correct plural for it is "hoodla." That's not the part that needs proofing.
The problem is that I've nerd-sniped myself, and now I've spent the last half-hour trying to work out what (nonexistent) Latin word it is that "hoodlum" would have been descended from if it actually had been descended from Latin.
This is stupid, but now I dearly want to know. Something ending in -dulus or -dulum, probably?
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2025.01.21 07:20 Subject-Pitch3392 Budget Air Jordan 4 Taupe Haze (low karma user)
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2025.01.21 07:20 Embarrassed_Raise_41 Hot spots
 | Hi guys, i really need some advice... My lurcher is approximately 3 years old. I've just adopted her 4 months ago from my local shelter and in the shelter she suffered with a bad case of mange, ill attach pictures for comparison. She has been through a million sets of medications, from steroids to apoquel. Overall she looks like a different dog. She suffers with separation anxiety, but she s much better now compared to the beginning. In the month of December she was put on Apoquel again, because she began biting her rear again. She has one specific spot on her hind leg, amd she s always biting at it even after it heals, and then she will start biting her tail. In the full month of December she wasn't home alone once. I work 12h shifts, and my partner and his brother had Christmas holidays so it aligned perfectly. She finished her first part of medications and we had to go down from 2 big pills to one a day, and she was grand, no itching. This was the longest time she was free from itching since we got her. She would scratch once or twice a day her front leg, but only after she would get up from the carpet, so i dont think it was related. Then, fast forward to her first time being alone again. She was alone for around 5h, and when we got back home, she did it again, the same spot that was now healed, she made another hot spot. Am i crazy to think she has no allergies and she s just neurotic and bites to soothe her anxiety? When i noticed she bit again, she was off the medication for a couple of days Now for the extra details, she is on darf cold pressed food, she has no chicken in her diet. The only treats she gets are natural, like cod bites, beef tracheas, rabbit ears. I give her on rotation bone broth, golden paste, goats milk. All sort of natural stuff, amd her poops are the best consistency she s had since moving with us. What are your opinions, im quickly getting to the end of my rope. When i brought up my concerns about her biting because of sa, the vet said im crazy and she s definitely having some second third infection after her mange or something like that. Thanks for the help! submitted by Embarrassed_Raise_41 to Greyhounds [link] [comments] |
2025.01.21 07:20 crazybonehead69 Threesome or transgender
So like i have this fantasy of having threesome (mff) (mft). Any combo would work and i seriously want to try it out but where and how to find people like that?
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2025.01.21 07:20 21energy81 Auszahlung
Hi Ich warte seid 11.01.2025 auf meine Auszahlung. Gibt es einen Grund für die Verzögerung? Mario Bitte um Info
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2025.01.21 07:20 Yotsuya_san 42
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2025.01.21 07:20 ProudLawfulness277 Needing ideas: cozy, mid-century modern, eclectic, hobbit
 | My spouse and I need help lol I have nearly a blank slate to work with: I can paint and we need new furniture. We’re both gamers, not really into sitting at the table for dinner, like color, nifty lights, and in general dopamine core I guess? Especially into orange lately but partner is a purple person. I like a nice 70s color pallets and they just like color. Door to primary bedroom is in photo #3, there’s a hallway on that wall closer to the island, and there is a refrigerator at this point lol Ceilings are 9ft tall, living room + dining room is 16’9”x21’5” We do have two cats so furniture for them is necessary (cat trees/perches) and our kiddo who is here mostly during the summers Uhhhhh what else lol neither of us know how to decorate or our styles but I know we like to be able to sit together and enjoy our individual hobbies together in comfortable seating that doesn’t make our backs hurt Help please! I know I’m all over the place - I’m so over my head with ideas submitted by ProudLawfulness277 to HomeDecorating [link] [comments] |
2025.01.21 07:20 gonzopp1 Love my City
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2025.01.21 07:20 RedDeadBastard Sudden creative idea
Had a long day at work and thought of possible ideas for new builds. Finally got home and started working on something I was wanting to try and probably spent about 2 hours in the builder and…game froze…gotta love it sometimes 🫠
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2025.01.21 07:20 felipenis123 This is not self promotion
Hi, Felipe from Brazil here
I just uploaded all my young brother tracks to youtube and i want your feedback on beat selection, vocal delivery, vocal melody, flow and vibe.
Its poorly recorded (small closet), almost no mix and he doesnt even know what mastering means. But he has good ear and his shit came through really listenable.
Its in portuguese, so you probably wont undertand a thing, but thats not the point. His lyrics are superficial and kinda dumb like almost all trap music.
Hes originally a piano player, so hes all about making different flows and melodies.
I think he is pretty fkin good. But im open to every kind of feedback
There are 30 tracks on this playlist, sorted by date.
Its hard af to make a top 5. But i think mine would be:
1- cant name one. 18, 19, 23 or 30 maybe 2- musica 14 (afrobeat) 3- musica 21 (pop drill remix) 4- musica 13 (hard melodic trap 5- musica 7 (pop trap)
What about yours?
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQm2-lrJl3bhUIYoyj_amjAb-zMnqI3-9&si=ZVvvxvRM7dP30muF
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2025.01.21 07:20 Massive_Tax_5767 eFootball 2025 All NEW Kits Update | Scottish Premiership
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2025.01.21 07:20 PremiumGear Getting Stronger
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2025.01.21 07:20 Cool_Morning_1195 Nuevas amistades 3:
Eso... Busco nuevas amistades para jugar online...
Pero bueno para no ser tan corta de información...
Me llamo Sofía y.... me gustan los juegos como state of decay 2, Conan exiles, guildwars 2,gtfo,deep rock galactic y monsterhunter world aparte de for honor
JUEGO EN STEAM aparte de usar discord para coordinar en voz o simplemente hablar al pedo
Si te leíste todo esto y te interesa escribime acá o dm y sino pues suerte :)
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2025.01.21 07:20 Baruikai What‘s the best book on the overall history of the US?
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2025.01.21 07:20 Striking_Shiba_5848 Original Duffel Bag Questions
Hi! I’m considering buying the original duffel bag (40 L) in probably black or green. Before doing so, I wanna ask a few qs:
- Does it fit under the seat in an airplane or would I have to put it in an overhead compartment?
- Is it durable, as in the straps, for when the bag is filled? I tend to be an over-packer
- Does it stain easily or either way would it be an easy clean?
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2025.01.21 07:20 Porksausage313 What is this on the roof of my mouth hurts like hell.
Using my tongue the spots feels tender and a little dry pain instantly started after I ate some dipping sauce that was left out (honey mustard)
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2025.01.21 07:20 Doormouse69 [Lore] Betrayals (3 of 3)
Early in the 1st Moon, 288 AC Brunhilda was the first to retire. Not long after she had finished braiding Bryn’s hair, her energy dwindled and bedtime beckoned. In parting, she gave her sibling a final look of concern, but she ultimately left without any further inquiry.
Once she was gone, Brenett was quick to press Bryn on the mystery of the burned blackmail. “So, the letter - you just didn’t want Brun to hear, right? She’s still a kid, and a girl. I get it.”
“I told you to forget it,” Bryn stonewalled, staring into space.
“You can’t expect me to leave it at that,” Bren protested. “My mind won’t stop wandering. It can’t be as bad as half the things I’m imagining, so why don’t you just tell me?”
Bryn flashed an angry look at their brother, and as their eyes fell upon him, a festering fear flared within them. Blond, blue-eyed, and already taller than any Gower: Bren’s appearance had always been unusual compared to their siblings, but they had never questioned it at length. Their aunts, Margaery and Sabitha, were both varying shades of blonde themselves, after all, and their father’s eyes were blue.
“It was about me,” Bryn lied calmly, delivering the safe untruth without wavering. “Ser Manrick has leverage over me, and he threatened to use certain secrets should our mother refuse his family.” They turned away to face the fire. “If Brun asks, you can tell her that too. Please just don’t press me on it any more. For me.”
Bren considered the answer for a few seconds, then acquiesced with a quiet, “Okay.” He had suspicions of what ruinous secrets Bryn might be hiding, and he cared enough not to pry more than permitted.
Another hour passed. Bryn leafed absently through a small, common guide on local plant identification while Bren dove deeper into his tome. Eventually, he reached a natural stopping point, then trundled away yawning to his chambers. Bryn let some additional time elapse until they were confident Bren was truly gone, and then they skulked away to a bedchamber - not their own, but their father’s.
Ser Luthor’s private quarters were dusty from disuse. Much of the room appeared unusually barren as his notable belongings had long since been disseminated among his children and other kin. His Nineclover residence had never been his primary home anyway. The family had done most of their living in Evenfall Hall. Lord Baldric’s domain.
Bryn laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling - or through the ceiling, really. When they were little, when their father was alive, they had always fled to his bed for shelter from their nightmares - never their mother’s. They’d become older since, but the nightmare was real this time.
They wished they could dismiss the letter’s accusations as lies, but no matter how they dissected it, that made no sense. The threat would only be effective against Bea if it were true. There was no denying it - and worst of all, they couldn’t help but suspect the truth was worse than even Ser Manrick had insinuated.
“Did you know?” they whispered skyward, to where they believed their father rested. “Did you suspect?” Their eyes welled. “I wish you were here. You’re the only one I could talk to about this. Ser Manrick’s on the other side of the realm, and he-” They choked. “He kept this a secret, all this time. He kept it as a weapon.” They draped a hand across their face. “I can’t tell Brun or Bren or Bran. This already feels so fucking awful. They don’t deserve to be stuck knowing this, this… especially Bren, gods forbid.” They coughed a broken laugh. “He’s too smart, he’d get the same suspicions twice as fast.”
“I can’t tell anyone,” they croaked, their face scrunched and reddening. “The letter was right. If the wrong people knew, gods only know what they’d do, to all of us.” They laughed through tears. “Another godsdamned thing I have to just bury forever.” They punched against their forehead. “Hide some Redwyches, hide some Tarlys, hide your body, hide your shit mom cuckolding your dead father.”
A realization dawned on them, and they sat upright suddenly. There was someone they could tell. Someone who already knew. Someone who owed them answers.
Still red-faced and teary-eyed, they marched down the hall to their mother’s chambers - the largest quarters in the keep. There, they knocked on the door without stopping until Bea answered.
Bryn’s mother answered the door visibly annoyed at being so rudely hurried. “This best be an emergency, rushing a woman with a cane-” She stopped short upon realizing the one knocking had been Bryn, stifled by a twinge of residual guilt. She still felt bad for how incisively she’d scolded them. That momentary hesitation transitioned into full-blown concern as soon as she noticed her child’s raw expression. “Bryn-”
“A cane,” they hissed, pointing an accusing finger at the weirwood staff. “That cane. I know that cane.” They shouldered their way into the room, not waiting for an invitation that might not come. “Gods, yelling at me for being selfish, telling me I don’t deserve a family - you weren’t even subtle.”
Bea felt a pit form in her stomach, a feeling which was plain to see from her countenance. She pushed the door closed and ushered Bryn inward, away from the hall - towards a chair, ostensibly. “Bryn, you’re not making sense. Please, I implore you: sit. Tell me what’s wrong.” There was no reason to assume the worst, Bea figured. All she knew was that her child was upset. It was best to just focus on that.
Bryn refused the chair, opting to pace instead. “I feel so stupid. Flaunting it like it’s nothing, like you’re proud of it. It was happening right in front of me, in front of him.” They shook their head vigorously. “He must’ve known. Papa was too smart not to see something this obvious. If Ser Manrick knew, he definitely knew.”
“Bryn-”
“Why didn’t he do anything? Why didn’t he leave or say something or, or-”
“Bryn!”
Bryn snapped to face their mother. “Don’t yell at me! You have no right! No right!”
Bea took a step back and raised her free hand between them. “Okay, okay, you’re right,” she acceded more gently. “We can discuss it, alright? I won’t raise my voice if you won’t. I just want us both to be calm so we can have a proper conversation.” Again, she gestured to the chair.
On second offer, after stewing on it for a second, Bryn accepted and took a seat. Bea followed, taking a seat on the end of her bed. She set her cane to her side.
“Bryn, you clearly have an accusation you wish to levy-”
“Don’t try to lie,” Bryn interrupted, glowering with bloodshot eyes. “I know you’re lying - and now that I know, looking back, it couldn’t be more obvious.” They scoffed. “I can’t believe you don’t trust me to hide the Redwyches and the Tarlys. Between the two of us, one has managed to keep a secret their whole life, even from the people they live with, and the other walks around with the cane of the man they committed adultery with. Who would you want keeping a life-or-death secret?”
Bea sighed and slumped her shoulders. “I’m not going to lie to you, Bryn,” she promised. “It would seem I couldn’t even if I so wished.” She looked them in the eyes. “Condemn me if you please. Ask your questions, and I will answer them. All I ask of you is: please, continue leveraging that secret-keeping acumen of yours, and let this stay between us. The truth of this would be terribly damaging for our family.” The words were a plea, not an order.
“Mayhaps you should’ve thought of that before cheating,” they retorted, mirroring the vitriol their mother had spewed when first she returned home.
Bea winced and lowered her gaze. “I did. I chose to act irresponsibly, knowing the risks. I believed we could mitigate them such that our family would face no real danger.” She waved a hand vaguely. “Lo and behold, here we are. Baldric has been dead for over two years. Your father’s been dead for nearly eight. There have been no repercussions, in my mortal life at least.” She shrugged. “The Seven may judge me differently.”
“No repercussions?” Bryn repeated incredulously. “Mom, how do you think I learned about this? Ser Manrick told me. He told me if you wouldn’t protect his family, he would tell the Marchers what you did, and that they’d march to war against our house for vengeance.”
“War wouldn’t worry me,” Bea dismissed with a wave of her hand. “For one, I doubt they would have as easy a time as they suggest. Fowler, Yronwood, Florent, Bitterbird: our kin engulf them, half of whom already hold the Marchers in low regard. Besides, we’ve the might of Tarth to defend us, second only to Storm’s End.” Her expression sank. “Alas, the rumor itself would be devastating. I fear vindictive parties would seek to label you and your siblings all bastards born from adultery, obliterating our house’s reputation.”
“Vindictive parties like Ser Manrick?” Bryn posed, regarding their mother with simmering disdain.
Bea shrugged her shoulders. “He hasn’t told a soul all this time. He waited to use it as leverage, and had it been used as such, I simply would have yielded. Unless, of course, yielding would have meant situating our house in an unrecoverable position. Worst case scenario… I would have killed myself. Without me, this moral crusade he envisions would have no target.”
Bryn was taken aback. “Just like that? You expect me to believe you’d kill yourself?”
“I’ve realized most of my dreams, Bryn, and I’m content with the life I’ve led,” Bea answered serenely. “I’ve seen Nineclover from poverty to power, left an indelible mark on the history of architecture, enjoyed the heights of luxury, sired five dear children, and been in love not once, but twice.” She gave a sad smile. “Once before your father, once during. I’m sorry to say he was neither.” She sighed. “My only remaining grand ambition is to see my house safely continue on its presently optimistic trajectory. I wouldn’t mind dying for that.”
“That’s…” Bryn regarded their mother suspiciously. “I can’t tell if it’s noble or selfish.” Resentment endured. “No, you know what? It’s selfish. It doesn’t matter if some of your goals sound decent and well-meaning. They’re at odds, and you hurt and endangered other people for them. You betrayed papa, and you put us all in this horrible mess.”
“Sound familiar?” Bea hazarded to suggest.
Bryn blinked, confused, then recoiled. “Don’t you dare turn this on me. It’s not the same. I honored a promise and gave women and children my protection. You- you cheated! You had an affair!”
“We did what we wanted, what we felt was most right, believing we could avoid the risks and prevent the harm,” Bea summarized, not as a rhetorical tactic but as a sincere observation. “You might not want to hear this, but I don’t regret it, Bryn. Do I wish things had been different? Of course!” She shook her head slightly, imagining the possibilities. “I wish I loved your father that way. I wish I’d never inherited this place, so the burden of siring heirs hadn’t fallen to me - so I might have loved freely with only my own shame to bear.” She rotated the willow ring on her finger. “Sometimes I wish the one I loved first hadn’t died, so this might all have never come to pass.” She met their gaze once more. “But the past unfolded as it did, and though I might feel guilty, I stand by my choices.”
She paused, regarding them as they processed everything. “I do regret how I treated you a few weeks ago though,” she offered. “Your decisions undermined my wishes. I called you selfish, as though it were some great evil, only because you had run afoul of mine own self-interest.” She smiled softly. “Yet you are no extension of me. You have your own values and goals, and to prioritize them is a strength.”
“Don’t compare us,” Bryn bristled, weary of their mother’s pontificating. “I’m not like you.” They glared at Bea. Mother and child, each with their own long black braid, sitting opposite one another. “You can’t-” They clutched the sides of their head. “You can’t blur the lines like this. I won’t listen. You did a bad thing. We aren’t the same.”
The rejection of her appeal saddened Bea, but she nodded in agreement all the same. “No, we aren’t,” she allowed. “Alike in some ways, mayhaps, but I admit, you’re a better person than I.” She took a deep breath. “Am I correct to assume then that being so honorable, you’ll refrain from sharing my sins with anyone else?”
“Yes, of course,” Bryn assured their mother dismissively. “I wouldn’t have anyway. I know all that stuff about how it’d be bad for Brun and Bren and everyone.”
“I’m glad. Now then.” Bea extended a hand as an invitation. “As promised, ask your questions, and I’ll answer you truthfully. Seeing as I’m such a terrible liar, I’d hope you’ll accept that. After that, if you insist on hating me…” Bea lowered her gaze and nodded slowly. “I hope you won’t. Despite everything.”
Bryn nodded a little, then leaned back, considering what exactly they wanted from their mother. They spent several uncomfortable minutes of silence simply pondering that before embarking on their interrogation.
“When did it end?” “When Baldric died.”
“When did it start?” “A couple years after your father and I married. Not long after I had Bran.”
“Did my father know?” “...Probably. We didn’t discuss it, but he was no fool.”
“Did anyone else know?” “Some of Baldric’s personal guard, well-sworn to secrecy. Some of your aunts as well. Margaery, Emberlei. Sabitha might, but she’s never really addressed it.”
“You didn’t love my father?” “Sadly, no. He was an excellent man, and he boasted many qualities that I did love in other people. Alas, for whatever reason, neither he nor I loved the other. Ours was a practical arrangement, and a successful one at that. I’m… sorry if that has shattered some illusion.”
“No, I knew. You were so far away with him. With us.” “...I’m sorry. I’ve tried to change that, but perhaps it has been too little, too late.”
“I wish it was you.” “I know. I knew.”
There was a long tense pause.
“You said people might think your children - I mean, that we are Lord Baldric’s bastards. Is that… did you…” They found the last question the hardest to articulate. “Bren’s blond. And tall. Tarth tall, soon enough.”
Bea looked off to the side. “That was never my intention, but… it’s possible.”
“Bren might be a bastard?” Bea rubbed at the nape of her neck. It took a few seconds of silence for Bryn to parse the implication.
“I see,” Bryn muttered, shell-shocked. “I see.”
“It’s very unlikely,” Bea hurried to reassure them. “You resemble us - me and your father - and Brun, she has Luthor’s hair. I just… don’t know for certain.”
Bryn stood and walked to the door, falling far within themself. “Good night, mom,” they murmured out of habit, before entering the hall. They shuffled down a few doors, then fell into their chambers, wherein they lit a candle by a desk. From within, they produced a small mirror.
Their reflection stared at them, eyes red, swollen, and tired. Theirs was a feminine face, bespeckled with prototypical Gower freckles and framed by their mother’s black hair. Their eyes were a stark pale blue - Luthor’s pale blue. Then again, as Bryn recalled, Lord Baldric’s eyes were a similar hue. The uncertainty was there. Grasping, they tried to compare the shape to Luthor’s, only to realize they could no longer remember the details of their father’s face.
The truth was ambiguous and elusive. Haggard, they left the mirror upon their desk, then stumbled to bed, collapsing atop the sheets. There, sleep eluded them.
In the manic stillness of sleepless night, their thoughts raced and rotted. Many poisoned whispers danced about the corners of their mind, but by morning, one lingered prominently: that of a curse. Their mother had begun her affair after Bran was born, after which, she bore four children: Bryn, Bren, Bronn, and Brun. Bronn had died young, Bren was marred by measles, and Bryn - well, Bryn certainly felt cursed. Surely, they three were bastards, blighted by the gods for the sin of their own creation.
They couldn’t shake the thought.
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