“Where’s the other armor?”

Where once were two armors, guarding the door to the Library, now there was only one - the right one.

None of them could explain the absence of the left armor. Well, at least, not in logical terms.

“I suppose… it must be some… majik stuff, you know how it is, my boy.”

Meryl the Mole let out a snort.

But Max wasn’t so convinced of it.

“Yeah… probably.”

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