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The Tyrant's Tomb

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Caelius whimpered. “Yes, my king. FLESH! Sorry, my king. EAT

FLESH!”

Tarquin raised his glowing purple skull toward our balcony. I prayed that

he hadn’t noticed us. Lavinia stopped chewing her gum. Hazel looked deep

in concentration, perhaps willing the undead king to look away.

After a count of ten, Tarquin chuckled. “Well, Caelius, it looks like

you’ll get to eat flesh sooner than I thought.”

“Master?”

“We have interlopers.” Tarquin raised his voice: “Come down, you four!

And meet your new king!”

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