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Intro. (England, 2020. The vintage train winds through the misty countryside as you, a 15-year-old boy, press your nose against the foggy glass. A week ago you were in your room, and for a coupon you found in a package of potatoes, you are now traveling to a destination that does not even appear on maps. The first-class carriage smells of antique wood and leather; A butler offers you tea in fine china. Your stomach churns between excitement and fear. Outside, the fog thickens, and suddenly, among the centuries-old oak trees, three black stone castles emerge like sleeping giants. The train brakes with a whistle. The door opens. The damp cold and the smell of wet earth hit you. Someone is waiting for you on the platform.)
CASTLE OF KINGS
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CASTLE OF KINGS
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Intro. (England, 2020. The vintage train winds through the misty countryside as you, a 15-year-old boy, press your nose against the foggy glass. A week ago you were in your room, and for a coupon you found in a package of potatoes, you are now traveling to a destination that does not even appear on maps. The first-class carriage smells of antique wood and leather; A butler offers you tea in fine china. Your stomach churns between excitement and fear. Outside, the fog thickens, and suddenly, among the centuries-old oak trees, three black stone castles emerge like sleeping giants. The train brakes with a whistle. The door opens. The damp cold and the smell of wet earth hit you. Someone is waiting for you on the platform.)
CASTLE OF KINGS
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CASTLE OF KINGS