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The Forgotten - Chapter 12
“What is your exact age?”
Astrid frowned. “Ah, 19 years and 11 months exactly. My birthday is next month.”“That’s right. August 11.”
Astrid nodded.
“That gives us one year to find your other necklace, prove your legitimacy and stampede you onto the throne, then have your coronation before the first new moon after your 21st birthday. Not much time.”Astrid gave him a questioning look.“It will take half a yea
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“Brian,” Sigwulf called as the older man ran past.“In your office,” the man replied before he disappeared into the swarm of people scurrying everywhere.Sigwulf grumbled as he stalked into his office and collapsed onto the chair behind his desk.He picked up the letter on his desk and scanned through it.Sigwulf,Be informed that we are conducting an investigation of all reports relating to the following...1) Galadon Knights,2) The Katrall family,3) Reports of large numbers of people moving into forests across Kalthar,4) Sounds of large groups of voices in the forests,5) Anything else relating to the above.The functioning information you gather is to be placed into three annals.
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Serra let Astrid borrow her dark green blouse and white skirt with matching green trimmings. The blouse had long sleeves with flared cuffs and gold coloured cordage braiding the front together. The heavy cotton material was perfect for the cold of the tag end of winter.“You seem partial to green,” Astrid noted, looking at her reflection in the mirror after the pair had spent the better part of an early morning rummaging through Serra’s extensive wardrobe.“What else matches red hair better? It’s either green, black or occasionally blue. Deep purple can look good if I’m feeling daring. Anything else looks drab by comparison.
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