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Dark licked his raw leg as Frog prepared a poultice for it. He couldn’t have been prouder of Frog. His chest had swelled with pride when the young dragon came to his rescue. Though his leg burned and his wings ached, he was grateful to be alive. They had flown in an irregular pattern around the city, mixing in with dragon traffic for cover. Dark’s black color had returned to his scales, so they had to be extra careful. Dark had to push through the pain. He didn’t give up, and for that he was alive to continue his fight. Frog scooped the bog pond with his broad claws, pulling up dregs of clumpy grass. He had a bond fire going, and it crackled at the pond’s edge. Dark tasted the smoke on his tongue and it took him back to earlier memories of the torches burning in his palace. How the smo
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