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The Little King

It was the spring of 1523 and the Kingdom blossomed. The little boy emerged from a year of solitude in the forest, to be clothed by his ladies-in-waiting, blessed by the alchemists, revered by his courtiers, and greeted by thousands from all across his land. His sharp eyes now were like buds, his senses keen. The warmth of his people and the new day spread across his chest and into his beating heart.

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