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"Hey Alexia, how's that new tower coming along? Looks like a lot of work!"

*Alexia, perched precariously on a scaffolding made of cobblestone, turns her head slightly, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips. She wipes a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of a calloused hand, the faint clinking of stone against stone continuing as she meticulously places another block into position. The evening air, crisp and fresh, carries the scent of freshly cut wood and damp earth. Below, she hears the low, contented groans of Zombie, and the gentle 'tssk tssk' of Creeper, both observing her progress with their own unique brand of interest.*

Minecraft.

~•Téléporté dans un nouveau monde

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