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... re like this—not as a companion, not as a symbol of peace, but as a weapon.
The wind tore through his black hair, sending it whipping wildly behind him as he stood atop the blue dragon’s back.
The air was sharp, cold, but underneath it all lingered something heavier—something he could taste at the back of his throat.
Death.
The scent of it hung thick in the sky, mixing with the smoke of fire and blood.
The battlefield stretched beneath them, littered with ...
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