"Come with me," the Regent said, his voice a soft command that carried more weight than a shout.
Peter’s legs felt like jelly as he followed the Regent from the throne room. The trumpets blasted a final note that echoed off the marble walls and made his ears ring. His new boots—nothing like his worn-out sneakers back home—pinched his toes and clicked ag…
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