It was a dark and stormy night
The Sock King sat in his throne, surrounded by his vast collection of socks. He stared out the window, his eyes fixed on the moonlit sky. Suddenly, a faint cry echoed through the castle walls.
"Your majesty! Your favorite matching sock has gone missing!"
The Sock King's eyes widened in horror. "Which sock?" he demanded, his voice firm but his heart racing.
"The one with the wonky stripe, sire!"
He leapt from his throne, sending his courtiers scurrying. "Summon the Sock Detective! We must find that sock, no matter the cost!"
Read on for Chapter 3-1: The Suspects Read on for Chapter 3-2: The SleuthA hint of mystery
The Sock King's advisor, a wise old wizard named Zephyr, pored over the evidence, a single, lone thread from the missing sock's fabric.
"This is no ordinary thread," Zephyr said, "it's a thread of deceit, of mystery, of intrigue!"
The Sock King's eyes narrowed. "I sense you're hiding something, Zephyr. Tell me, what do you know?"
Read on for Chapter 3-3: The Thread of Deceit