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The Story Of The Night

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Jordan Maron stood in front of his mirror and watched his appearance dance as he spun around to look himself over. His buttons glistened in the light, the maroon vest was cleaned and pressed, and his white blouse made him feel even more free then he already was. When he faced the mirror once more, he flashed a smile: he was finally going to be free. After years and years of begging his father to let him see the kingdom, the king finally allowed his son to accompany his mother and another servant to the market. It wasn 't much, but the young boy felt free. Sure, the castle walls were safe and decorated with much decor that must have costed a fair amount of coins, but the walls became boring after years of staring at them. The exciting castle soon because just a shell, a shell with the same old food, the same old people, and the same old activities. Jordan jumped when he heard his door open, standing in the doorway was his mother. She smiled at him, she was dressed in a dull, pale blue dress that fell to her knees. Her hair was not up like it usually was, but was instead tied into one braid that rested on her shoulder. She had minimal make-up and brown leather boots: she looked like a common girl. When she saw his sons facial expression she laughed, "To the townspeople, you look like the fool. You need to dress less...extravagant." "But mother, I do not own any other clothing!" She stepped behind him, and they both looked at the mirror, "Lose the vest.

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