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THE WATCHER IN STONE:...
And I stand enthralled and silent atop the ancient,shadowed mountain, gazing in awe at the stygian,night-cloaked sky, as above me a wondrous flight of ebondragons soar on vast wings blacker than the darklingheavens... Mayhap I behold the personal war-dragons of noneother than the mysterious and legendary Ophidian Kinghimself, majestically riding the night winds to the gloriousfield of some great and epic battle... By the gods, a morefearsomely splendid sight in this world there cannot
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