Placeholder: [art by Michael Kaluta] Joan of Arc approach the throne ; she can see the king studying her intently. She bows deeply, showing her respect, and Jean and Bertrand introduce her to the king. [art by Michael Kaluta] Joan of Arc approach the throne ; she can see the king studying her intently. She bows deeply, showing her respect, and Jean and Bertrand introduce her to the king.

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[art by Michael Kaluta] Joan of Arc approach the throne ; she can see the king studying her intently. She bows deeply, showing her respect, and Jean and Bertrand introduce her to the king.

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