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Thus it was, one day, with the royal wedding nearly passed and Gem but newly settled safe into her home again, that the King of Mythland came to visit her, sans state and station; and of course, he came for magic. Gem could refuse him. She could; though the words froze up on her tongue with a taste she didn't like. She could turn him away, send him to Eastvale to blow up rubble with fWhip. "Come in," Gem said, instead of anything else, and waved him through the door.
Once upon a time, the Wizard of the Crystal Cliffs sold crystals to the King of Mythland. It would be easier if the story ended there.
