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Take up the golden sceptre, take it up, you gonna be the next King’, a voice kept echoing in him, spurning him to action.
"Mmmm," he growled and finally landed his hand on the sceptre, then picked it up.
Suddenly he felt his hands vibrating and he held on to it, groaning.
"Finally, the golden sceptre; the staff of defense in my hands," he shouted, his voice echoed into the room.
Suddenly a strange wind began hovering in the room, all the curtains flapped and flapped, the calenders, photo frames and portraits on the wall shook vigorously. The little gypsy statue by the entrance split into two. He growled.
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