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Dark crashed through the glass ceiling of the factory and he shrugged the glass off as he rose into the clouds.
His wings gave him more resistance than he expected. Their weakness reminded him when he was a young dragon learning to fly for the first time. Not impossible, but difficult.
But still he ascended and flapped as hard as he could until the factory was a black square under him.
Below, the city sparkled in the night sky. If he hadn’t seen it on television, it would have scared him to see such a place, with its endless parallel lines that looked like a jumble of jeweled necklaces glowing on the landscape. The lights had a coolness he had never seen before, like starlight. But it was not starlight, for the stars gleamed above.
The wind blew from the north and he flapped once m
