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Her dark eyes swept over the rest of us and she opened the door wider. "Of course. Come inside and get dry." We stepped into the house, which was warm and smelled faintly of a cozy fire. The furniture was dark and utilitarian with few trinkets, except for a sword hanging on one wall and a painting on the other. A chill ran through me when I got a closer look at the painting, which was beautiful even though it depicted the Black Dragon and her four mates sitting on top of a mountain, looking regal as they gazed out at the clouds with sunset hues behind them. It was both stunning to look at and terrifying to see it there. "This is such a surprise," Jasin's mother said. "We thought you were stationed farther south." "Jasin? I thought I heard your voice." A man with dark hair streaked with
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