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... s of stranded fish, their eyeballs rolling back and forth between the king me in those white-bleached faces of theirs.
The king stared at me with widened eyes. His face was filled with anger – as if he would jump up and shout, yet he buried himself ever deeper into his throne. He looked like he was trying to hide in plain sight on a throne that didn’t even fit his arse.
I walked toward the dais, taking in the king’s tacky appearance.
Knights dressed in golden armor put their ha ...
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