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This... isn't the manor. This cannot be right, he was supposed to-

The situation... is much different than that. Your Highness, I believe we're both trapped deep within Master Luke's closet. A forbidden land named Narnia, where there are duplicates of us running around freely.

... huh? I don't remember stepping into his closet...

May I ask where was the last place you've been?

I was about to enter the manor, hearing that Luke had returned safely...

... I believe you are an alternate version of the Princess I know.

Alternate?

As I've said, this place is filled with duplicate versions of us. I've already met more than one version of myself here as well.

... how is this possible? Is Luke even here...?

He is, along with over 9000 versions of himself.

... pardon?

There are female versions of himself running around, too.

Now you are just making things up.

My humblest apologies, Your Highness... But I'm not making it up.

It is impossible.

Yes, I know it is. However, the word "impossible" is non-existent here.

You're amazingly good at telling stories, Guy, but enough is enough.

... I apologize. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you.

I'm on a schedule. I need to see my cousin.

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