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It wasn’t until after my sword gleamed anew that I realized maybe an election would’ve been simpler. No matter – being queen and sole monarch beat washing laundry in a river by a long shot! I sheathed the sword and strode to the balcony. The smoldering ruins – and memories of my uncle – would soon blow away.

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