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His azure scales glittered in the twilight sun. It had been a good day for the young dragon; he had found blueberries to eat and birdsong to listen to. It was getting dark, and
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The osprey stood on his perch, watching Misty with eyes like golden doubloons: wide and gleaming. His beak and talons were like hematite and the fish that had stopped wriggling
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The blizzard blew viciously outside. Nora was glad that Dirge had gone to fetch some food, though she worried about her well-being. As soon as the portrait of the Dark phoenix
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