Prologue

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Remin rested on an old oak tree nearby. The tree shaded him from the intense summer heat, yet the wind still blew his dark brown hair around in all directions. He wasn't focused on that, however. With bright blue eyes, he turned to look farther into the forest, to that place where he'd found that thing, six months ago, buried under inches of dirt, mud, and snow. Excalibur.

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