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As she walked through the rubble of a once great kingdom, she came across a pile of rocks with a throne balancing precariously on top, sitting atop the throne was an old man with untamed hair and a malicious glint in his eyes. But creepiest of all was the rusted, chipped and bent crown atop his head. She tried to run but she was in his kingdom now. And there was no mercy shown to outsiders.
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