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... red if it deserved the death penalty.
Mdrglg.
Sorry, Bob. Necromancer is here.
Fuck!
It was dawn. She was in a cleared area of the wall, and wrapped in several layers of blankets. Arthur was currently hanging from Cernits arm guard, teeth dug deep into its surface. The lieutenant calmly stood up and the small dragon fell back down with an annoyed squeak upon her chest where she had been resting.
She disentangled herself and jumped to her feet. The pale lig ...
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