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throne. Both looked similar to Sunshine, yet one of them was redhead and the third had dark hair. “These are my other two daughters, Starshine and Moonshine.” Wolf never even made eye contact with the women. “Why have you sent for us?” At first, Thoreau did not answer. He just snapped his fingers. A squirrelly man appeared with a number of cigarettes arranged on a wooden plate. “Care for some pot?” asked Thoreau. Wolf held up his hand in refusal. “Man, we need your help,” started the King. “We are being oppressed by a terrifying evil. Our settlements are being attacked. Children go
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