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... aw the sun—I was back in the Prince’s mausoleum of a bedroom.
I had spent the "night" in the East Wing, which was surprisingly comfortable (if you ignored the fact that my bed was a giant, hollowed-out sponge). But I couldn’t sleep. I went to work.
I sat on the edge of the giant pearl-shell, holding a fresh bowl of warm, emulsified "Sea-Oat Porridge."
"Okay, little star," I whispered, holding the spoon near Prince Orion’s pale lips. "Open up. This one has honey-kelp in it ...
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