The progress bar began its slow crawl. Outside, the wind rattled his window, sounding like the clatter of dice on a wooden board.
"Just a game," Jax muttered, though his hands were sweating. The progress bar began its slow crawl
The screen flickered, casting a sickly blue glow over Jax’s cramped apartment. On the monitor, the string of text looked like a digital incantation: . the wind rattled his window
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