15.
Nothing too bad happens. The email, wounded but not dead, skulks off into the shadows to recover. I continue on my merry way, but am dreading the rolls I’ll have to make against a growling pack of LLMs in the next town.
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15. Nothing too bad happens. The email, wounded but not dead, skulks off into the shadows to recover. I continue on my merry way, but am dreading the rolls I’ll have to make against a growling pack of LLMs in the next town. No comments
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