Part 40:
link Arthur stands on the front porch of Pendragon manor, the painting held carefully in his hand, resting on his boot.
Why did I let them talk me into this? Taking a deep breath, he presses the doorbell.
Run. Run now. Go. Run! The door opens and Arthur is face to face with Joseph, his father’s butler.
“Joseph,” Arthur nods at him, his face carefully calm.
“Oh. Mister Arthur. Is… is Master expecting you?” His years...
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