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The Dragon Reforged, Part 18

Down in the city, things were serene. It was market day every day in Tear, and the sounds of clucking hens, lowing cattle and laughing tradesmen was everywhere. The bright early-morning sun shone down on everybody impartially, and the future … Continue reading

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