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The first rays of midday sun scorched the earth, brimmed hotness on the planet and left Eric restless with fresh plans to escape the four walls of his room. He paced his room while the royal servants cleared the table, he had just finished eating his lunch. He hadn’t hesitated to full his stomach with food, ready for the journey he was about to embark, but first, he must escape Sir Wilcox’s men. A set paraded just outside his room, and the rest outside the palace grounds slightly above his window. They stood stationed and guarded the place. Escape seemed impossible. Every now and then, Eric will peep through the window to survey Wilcox’s men outside, to survey if the window was still a good escape plan. But each time he did, he ended up having eye contact with one of the men. s**t! Buste