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    Stouty leaned on the massive door. Damn thing’s heavy. It creaked, opened deliberately. He pushed harder, until it swung wide. Damn, no doorstop. He stood stiffly, rigid against the carved panels, trying to keep it from sliding closed again. The door pushed back, inch by tiny inch moving him forward.
    Callie skidded down the hall. “There you are, Stouty. C’mon, we have to get the throne room set up before Dad gets here. You know what a stickler he is for pomp and circumstance.” He started away, turned back. “Come on, Stouty, why are you standing there like a doorstop?”
    The duke strode down the long hall, vestments swirling around his legs, turned sharply toward the throne room. Why was that stupid page standing there so rigidly, why didn’t he bow properly? “You” -- fingers snapped -- “observe proper protocol. Step away from the door. The king approaches.”

    Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why. -- Hunter S. Thompson

    by Mnemosyne on Thu Nov 15, 2012 at 07:39:23 PM PST

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