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... m when I was only around a hundred years old and my body was still small. I was lying on the stone pavement in the central market of the ancient kingdom, now only known in the annals of history by its name, waiting for a buyer.
Written on a wooden board hanging from my neck was: Talking dragon - price negotiable. The elderly merchant sitting next to me on a mat wearing a long, white beard was my 35th successive buyer. Although I’ve been endlessly passed around on the market - my next buy ...
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