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“The mud doesn’t just take the tires, Elias. It takes the time.”

The game didn't crash. Instead, the wind howling through his speakers seemed to sync perfectly with the gale outside his window. “The mud doesn’t just take the tires, Elias

Elias leaned back, his face illuminated by the cold blue light of the monitor. He wasn't just looking for a game; he was looking for an escape. He wanted the mud, the ice, and the punishing isolation of the Siberian wilderness, a world away from his humid, cramped office. a world away from his humid