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This was the table of judgment. Blake remembered that this all started with him sitting on the House Leader’s Chair, still looking more like a throne than a chair. It’s high backing and seat, with a leather cushion and wooden sculptures on each end—one of an Eastern Dragon and the other of a Phoenix, both looking about to rise from the back. The arms are carved, connecting each animal using its tail. The legs were cut in the likeness of the legs of the two animals. If it weren’t for this chair, his life would have been more mundane than what it is today, and he would be none the wiser of a world of cultivation within this world.

"A VIP invitation? There are only ten of those given out, and they were all given only to Max's family, friends, and sponsors. Where did yours come from?" At this point, I was standing a short distance away. Cornell pointed at me, confidently stating, "She was the one who gave them to me!" Theo looked in the direction Cornell pointed and saw me. At once, his expression changed. He hurried up to me. His arrogant expression immediately melted as he put on a friendly smile. "Oh my, Ms. Swanson! What are you doing here in a corner by yourself? Max has been waiting for you all day just to start the party!" Theo said, nodding his head slightly at me as he spoke to me in a respectful, almost beseec

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It will travel with the rest of the kitchen things tomorrow, unremarked, exactly as it should. She sits, last of all, in the chair by the window, the one she bought herself in her second week here with the first payment from her first freelance client, back when every purchase still felt like a small, defiant act of proving she could build something out of nothing. The chair is unremarkable, plain fabric, slightly worn now at the arms. It has held her through more nights than she can easily count, the early ones spent simply surviving the hours after the twins finally slept, the later ones spent thinking, planning, slowly becoming the woman who could send a letter to an elder council without

“I am Jack, the director of Robotics. We’ve developed something a little different from just robots.” I was curious. “This project is for bedridden or paralyzed children.” The lights dimmed slightly, and they wheeled in what looked like a high-tech chair—sleek, polished, and humming softly. “It’s a robotic chair,” he continued, “designed to transform into the child’s favorite… marvel superhero—” I tilted my head curiously. Marvel ? Before I could ask questions, the chair shifted. Panels slid. Parts rotated. Metal folded with smooth clicks. I grabbed Leo’s arm.

“Why do you have to do this, Selena? You were living just fine, in a mansion, with several servants. Why do you have to make things complicated?” “Because I want to,” I said before dismissing him out of my sight. There were two bedrooms on the second level, but only one was unlocked, and the other was shut and bolted. The locked chamber was meant for my collection of toys and books. Aside from that, it has a love chair which I purchased online. I haven’t tried doing it in the love chair, and I had no idea what convinced me to buy it. As I stared into the love chair in pink colour, someone suddenly entered, and I panicked.

I know who’s organized this. The guy runs through how to charge and operate it, and how to fold it down, and I listen as best as I can while my head spins. When he’s done, I bring the chair inside and take it into the living room. Mum looks up from her crochet and stares at it. “It’s from Kip,” I say, my voice squeaky with emotion. We both know it’ll mean increased freedom for her around the house, and maybe even when we go out, if I can figure a way to get it in and out of the car.

Deborah followed him and saw he was eyeing a gaming chair. [What’s so special about it?] Deborah asked. “Well, it’s a chair that can connect to your PC or console. And look,” he said happily, showing her one of the chair’s features, “it has a folding table for the keyboard and mouse if you’re a PC gamer, and a cup holder. It also has speakers for a better gaming experience and even lets you feel the controller’s vibrations.” He began explaining enthusiastically. “But… it’s quite pricey,” he added sadly, noticing the price tag. “I’d have to save up a lot to buy it.”

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