Stone Wall Village

A massive, dragon-like head poked out of the forest's shadow-filled edge, nostrils open wide and sniffing deeply. Drawn by the scent of fresh blood and the clamor of conflict, it licked its six-inch long fangs in expectation. It was such a wonderful thing to let other creatures fight their battles, then move in to pick off the combatants when they were exhausted and weak from the struggle. Still, caution was always best . . .

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