Prologue

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The falcon landed on Archalus's gloved hand and grabbed the box that he handed her.

"Good, Bowie. Now go... She will be waiting." Bowie flapped off into the distance, still clutching the carefully sealed package in her talons. Archalus turned to his assistants. "All the invitations have been sent. Now we must prepare."

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