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Opening Lines

Posted on June 25, 2013 by Steve Bornstein

He stumbled through the shattered doors, tripping over blasted runed granite. Dragonblood drizzled off him, sizzling into the snow in fat purple drops. Somewhere in the keep behind him, Rhaedon, the mad dragon mage, slowly cooled.

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