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| Och, lad. I'm Euan McTavish, and His Majesty, King Liam Campbell, has sent me looking for his long lost son, abducted from the palace over twenty years ago. | |
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| The lost prince, now a grown man and heir to the Scottish throne, is rumoured to be working in this remote forest, hunting deer for a living. | |
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| You are the spitting image of the king, lad. Could it really be you? Are you... Hunter Campbell, Royal? | |
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