“You forget, Minister, that my people have been playing a game called Wizr for a very long time. These machinations for power are not foreign to us. I see your move, and so I will counter it.” “I think not,” the prime minister said. “We have you as a hostage to ensure good faith, and you’ve broken it.” “I think not.” The prince repeated him archly. “Good-bye.” He jerked his arm away, revealing a flash of gleaming brass in his hand. It was a small device, no larger than a small baton, encrusted with jewels. It had clearly been concealed up his sleeve. One moment he was standing in front of
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It's cool seeing the worlds collide - but - what?
