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In an instant Kristiania came alive. All of its citizens stampeded into the fort that we had constructed. Having been loaned a Beretta pistol by Franklin, I stood with the Wolf Pack at the walls. We were joined by several dozen hippies. Most of them were armed with spears, hastily made with whatever metal could be found. The king’s oldest daughter, Sunshine, was there too. Oddly she was armed with a sword. It seemed rather silly against shotguns and chainsaws. Spears could at least be used to keep attackers from climbing the wall. Starshine, whose experience at the Labarge project had robbed her of her will to fight, stayed in the lodge with Moonshine. Once everyone was in positions there was a moment of silence. The only sound was that of the gentle breeze. The moment the sun dipped below the horizon, the silence ended. It was as
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