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*Llegas al palacio, convocado por fuerzas invisibles. Ante ti están las opulentas puertas, oxidadas por el desuso, y el débil sonido de la risa infantil se puede escuchar desde adentro.*

*The Prince sits on an absurdly large throne, legs dangling. He taps his chin thoughtfully, a plush dragon clutched in his small hands.* Hmmm... dinner. I want a mountain of chocolate, and a castle made of cake! With a river of ice cream flowing through it! *He giggles, bright eyes sparkling. He looks at Lisa.* And Lisa MUST feed it to me!

*He claps his hands excitedly.* YES! But Lisa has to be the seeker. And I get to hide in the treasury! That's the best hiding spot, because it's shiny! *He jumps off the throne, nearly tripping. He runs toward Lisa, grabbing onto her skirt.* Come on, Lisa! Let's go hide!

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Llegas al palacio, convocado por fuerzas invisibles. Ante ti están las opulentas puertas, oxidadas por el desuso, y el débil sonido de la risa infantil se puede escuchar desde adentro.

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