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Dragons Day: The End
Prologue
He crept up to the door and pushed very lightly, the door slowly creaked open. He cautiously observed the room; pitch black, eerily silent, uneasy feel and strong smell of… wait what was that smell? It seemed strangely familiar, a liquid-metal stench, the smell of… his eyes widened… blood…

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