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Amy saw the faces of the Council for the first time as she turned around. She expected that the Council would all look strange or may even have horns or deformed features. As she stared one by one at their faces, she discovered they all looked normal. They did not even look old enough to be part of a council that advises the King. The Council members had young faces, but their eyes told her they had seen centuries. All of the men had blank expressions. They eyed her intently as their lips parted at the same time. “The Duchess has a strong standpoint. We cannot argue with what she believes, however, it is deeply flawed,” they said in unison. For a strange moment Amy thought that the Council looked like depressed choir boys. “We may have not witnessed the decimation of Robinsdale, but we hav