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The King of Scoreland, who had worn the same velvet cape for a hundred years, held a press conference. He looked tired. He had bags under his eyes—actual bags, like luggage for all the nights he’d stayed up pretending.

The citizens—former boys and girls of perpetual summer—woke up one morning and realized they preferred sheets with a high thread count to sleeping on clouds. They began to invest in 401(k)s instead of love potions. They named their hangovers not "the price of magic" but simply "Tuesday." scoreland matures

"My people," he said, "we have been young long enough. Let us now be interesting." The King of Scoreland, who had worn the