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I leaned against the chair of my grandfather at one end of the Round Table as Gwin stood before an open door at the other end of the Throne Room. The inside of the door was blacker than night. Gwin began a chant that made my blood sing. Stretching her fingers down towards the ground, my cousin called forth the magic of the ley line, opening what amounted to a wormhole, or energy portal, so that she and the knights could pass between space and time and come out the other side at a location connected to the grid.
I'd been through that door before. The trip through a portal was a heady one. It was like being surrounded by every sweet treat you've ever dreamed of, being able to eat them all without any thought of guilt, and then not gaining an ounce of weight as a consequence.
Yup. It was
