(previous installments found here:
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Part 2: link
Part 3:link ) King Gunther paced the floor of his study for what he felt must be the hundredth time. All his thoughts were with his beloved wife on the other side of the गढ़, महल right now, giving birth to their fifteenth child. He almost laughed at the irony… all his money and power could never give his क्वीन the one thing she always wanted, a daughter. A sharp knock at the door roused him from his thoughts, and the captain of the guard barged in, He कहा something, but only one word stuck in the king’s mind:
dying. All he could think...
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