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... wide open.

I mirrored his gesture, and we embraced.

“Have you been well?”

The young king smiled as he spoke, his jaw now covered with a thick beard.

A few years ago, he had started growing it, frustrated by how young he looked and wanting to be taken more seriously. Now, it had filled out quite nicely.

“I’ve been doing great. But man, that beard looks impressive.”

“Right? Looks good, doesn’t it? Do you know how many years it took to grow this much?”

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