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MYLA
I sidle through the crowd at the Eminence. My goal? Chat with Lincoln behind the scenes. Sadly, that doesn’t happen. TH tries to pull a fast one and change the rules of the tournament. Lincoln ends up stepping onstage early. Boo.
I find a spot near the front of the crowd and wait for the fun to begin. There’s tons of elbow room up here.
Wait. Where are all the thrax?
My subjects have no movies or videos. All music is of the plinky-plink medieval variety. Their only entertainment is the steady stream of tournaments where their nobles kill demons. My subjects spend months obsessing over every battle. It’s like the Olympics on steroids.
And now, here’s this super mega Tournament of Kings—which is a once in a millennium deal. And everyone stays home to churn butter or something?
