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FitB Novel: Chapter 1 The wait had been long, and Lamont Toucey leaned against his father, trying his hardest not to complain. Seven years old was more than old enough to start acting like a man, and definitely old enough to act like a prince. He shouldn't say anything about being tired or uncomfortable, or how his backside hurt from sitting on the padded wooden bench for hours and hours. He mentioned none of those things, and it was only when his father pushed him gently upright that Lamont took real notice of the light outside the stained-glass windows.
"Is it time?" He asked, peering down the long marble hallway for what felt like the hundredth time.
"It's ti
