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Eli
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I arrive at Red Lake Palace wearing a flowing wizard robe that conceals my identity. I figured that since Adonis worked with a wizard, I would have a better chance of getting into the palace if I dressed like a wizard. I pull up the hood of my robe, casting shadows over my face as I approach the entrance guarded by two stern-looking guards. “State your business,” the guard demands, blocking my path, and I stop but keep my head down. “I am here on urgent business from Stormweaver,” I reply in a deep, authoritative voice, trying to intimidate the guard. “I must see the prince immediately,” I add, but the guard crosses his arms, his expression unyielding.
He claims that the prince has issued strict instructions not to let anyone—including Stormweaver’s messengers in and I kn
