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February 17, 1
Kyleton Palace, North America
I don't understand. I've gone over it twice, and I don't understand. If
only Elsa were still with me! I could talk to her. She would help me
decipher what it's all about.
This morning, at 10:15 sharp, I was taken to the public audience chamber
in the palace.
His Majesty was seated behind a desk facing the doors. Behind him, on
the wall, was His Coat of Arms.
He stood up and walked toward me, waving away the guards. "How are you,
Mr. Booth?" he said. And offered me His Hand!