By Naomi Cody
Three little columns of jeweled black trace their way across the stone path outside the castle. Three little columns of jeweled black jingle-jangling as they walk. No one sees them who shouldn’t see them. No one hears the jingle-jangle of their steps but they
And the king.
The king hears their jingle-jangling and he knows.
He knows that when the jingle-jangle stops, the castle will be empty.
And all those loyal to the king will be dead.
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Naomi plays more Minecraft than God.
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