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... e, looking around to make sure the carriage wasn't on fire. He'd dreamed he'd gotten into a fistfight with a flaming griffin that made sound effects from some movie with a giant lizard that breathed out his own nova blast.
He'd gone to sleep theorizing about how his flight actually worked. He'd guessed that his wings had more to do with steering than lift, since a body his weight needed something like a twenty-meter wingspan and hollow bones, according to his very basic calculations and ...
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