"It is time to strike back!"
"Evy, I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Don't be such a baby, Jason!"
I pushed a boom branch out of my way, and I could finally see it.
"This is it!" I said, pulling Jason beside me. "This is the meeting place of the last of English monarchs!"
Standing before us, was a ramshackle cottage with shattered windows covered in mold, with weeds surrounding every inch of it.
"This is where English monarchs hold their secret meetings?" Jason asked.
"Well, back then, their meetings weren't very confidential, so they had to hold them in a discreet place." I took a step over a mossy log and walked toward...
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