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I Dark couldn’t believe his eyes as Norwyn stood in front of him. Norwyn the White! His confidante, advisor, trusted friend. In a world that constantly and consistently challenged his power, he could always depend on the white dragon to give him an honest opinion. In the simulated bog on the roof of Frog’s skyscraper, Norwyn looked as if he’d always looked…yet slightly pale. The white dragon greeted Dark with bright, cobalt eyes and a wrinkled face. When he and Dark were young, their scales were smooth. Norwyn’s were as smooth as an avalanche rolling down a mountain; one thousand years later, he had aged and the wrinkled scales around his nose showed. He had a hump in his back. His lips were slightly blue and his teeth slightly yellowed. Old age, indeed. As Dark surveyed his old frien
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