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go clung to his skin

list. There it was-the Discord account he had e

be

. As if he still believed there was s

tened. He would no

ata analysis room. Pressed his thumb against the

ith a low, vibrating drone. He sat at the main

the monitor. Clifton's eyes locked o

kipped past the insane KDA stats and wi

er: Brans

s vision

tice had tried to use Clifton to climb into the pro scene, and when

as so desperate to stay in the game that h

walked in. He saw Clif

ime. The numbers that Justice kid is

chair around. "Wh

him in. He demanded a thirty percent cut of J

dsucking contract. And

else I sho

e saying you're slacking, that your hours are dropping." He paused. "The

of agony fired deep insi

p the tremor. His face remained blank. No one could know. Not

clock," Clifton said. "Fir

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at you're ma