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The Expatriate Prince

Twenty-four years and seven long months passed before a small white mouse sympathetic to the cause of the future Forces of Light had finally gnawed through the last of the thick black cable supplying power to the cryo-casket holding Prince Ivan. In an instant, the Prince had thawed and emerged vibrant, feeling strong and refreshed, overflowing with the energy that had been latent in him all that time.

He looked every bit the way he did at five months of age, ...

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