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Dragons

Anemoi, the wind that de-horns goats. Moorish Melteme, the ill-tempered one. Simoom, the lung poisoner. Rashabbar the black swirling. The Squamish, the Elephanta, the Williwaw, thieves that steal babes in their cribs. Tebbard, the fever wind, it wanders through our bones; the sultry doctor who adds heat to chills until, like driftwood, we are salvaged. Chinooks and the Mistral they follow travelers to the edge of a world, where the great four Celestial Dragons, North, East, South and West, roar like thunder in our sleep until we dream fitfully of being human.

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