The King had shut down the city long ago and retired to his crumbling tower. We walked through the courtyard, broken statues, the debris of years piled up, long shadows. No sun any more, just grey skies and stillness. We had a mission, we had to wake up the King, to tidy the great hall, to decorate it and fill it with life again. Because... I forget. The King was grumpy and tired and didn't want to hear it.
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