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Submitted to Contest #261
``Are you comfortable?`` I heard him ask me. By the sound of his voice I knew he was still lingering in the archway that led into the hall and also the room that had been made prepared for me. I wanted to answer him, but I couldn't find my voice. My eyes stung with the warm-swell of tears attempting to spill down my cheeks. This room was spacious, much more area than I would need, or would require. The floors were a rich marble with silver lining, polished to the mockery...
Submitted to Contest #260
. . .it's not every day that a Prince is born dead. In a Kingdom far, far away, one that you may not have heard of before; in fact, I'm quite sure you never have heard of it, nor will you. Inside the highest chamber of the grand minaret, nine year old Lozal looked out to his father, King N'rahj, pacing the balcony. He held the new born prince in a large hand, one that made the pink babe appear like a broken toy in the manner in which it moved. Limp. Without life. Dead. There was no chants from the masses of hundreds gathered feet b...
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