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Chapter 2: Pathetic
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... daggers and false confidence, they crept close, certain that a sleeping Dragon was an easy target. They never got the chance to land a strike. They never learned. They always burned.
This one was no different.
An old man this time, black tangled hair falling across a face that was hardened by years of hunting. His boots made no sound as he glided across the rough floor of the crumbling flying ship. Kaedros’s ship.
If not for the scent of musty, dry, human, the Dragon wou ...
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