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Man could not withhold its creator, not even with hate or the gilded doors of the king's kingdom.
The mage simply phased through the gates and walked quietly to the royal throne room. He laid down the queen at the foot of the throne and waited for the king to bow as custom. Something vile gripped at the king's heart as he addressed his maker. " You withheld from us. And. You killed my wife," he spat and demanded the Mage's power for himself in vengeance. The mage simply shook his head, and he breathed life and consciousness back into the queen. He then simply disappeared in front of the king's eyes.
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