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 . . .

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