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The elven threat
Emily felt safe in Jake’s warm embrace. It was as if she had known him all her life. This blissful solitude suited them perfectly but they knew it wouldn’t last for long. And sure enough there was a gentle knock on the door. Someone was trying to say something amidst the gentle rapping on the wooden frame. “Who is it?” asked Jake. He reluctantly let go of Emily, who wiped away her tears and composed herself once more. The voice outside answered in a modest tone, “Lord Jake, Sir Florio is back. He wants to speak with you.” Jake and Emily followed the porter down the stairs and into the throne room. All the courtiers, nobles and high ranking soldiers had already been summoned there and were waiting for Jake and Emily to arrive. Standing in the middle, surrounded by the curious crowd was t
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