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... y Dragons, no bigger than a songbird, made of opalescent Fiendstone and midnight black scales.
He reached out a hand, and one hopped closer, edging its way toward him atop a branch. It regarded him with bright blue eyes, like chips of ice, tilting its head curiously before, with a flutter of feathery wings, it alighted on his hand. Its black claws dug into him, and it thrashed a long, sinuous tail that ended with sharp spikes.
"Oh man," he said, "you're adorable."
“Those ...
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