The foolish emperor, clad in purple robes is prostrate in front of me, his name is irrelevant, his riches squandered, his legacy on the verge of destruction, I seem to be his last lifeline. I can hear a clash of sword and armor just outside his halls, in an unsteady voice he calls out to me, " Oh Genie of the Lamp, please grant my wish in accordance with my ancestor's contract. I wish to..."
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