"Are you? Well, I wish I was." He exhales. Abruptly, his head jerks to the side. "Oh. Prudence wasn't sulking—they've found the mayor. I probably ought to intervene, but perhaps I'll see you after the speech. It was very nice meeting you."
You don't know what speech he means, which is becoming something of a theme for your conversation, but he's gone into the crowd before you can think of asking. Gregor has wandered off as well, so it's as good a time as any to make your way to the Garden.
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Killian Milton
FantasyReclaim your mother's lost throne with the mighty power of the skies! Bring down lightning on your foes, climb an endless tower, and call the ghosts of old foes to your aid. In this fantasy epic, how will you wield your magical birthright?
