The Dragon of the Bailey

Lhai sniffed the water in his trough. Was the poison in there? He couldn’t tell. He cursed, not for the first time, that the Maker had given dragons such a poor sense of smell.

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Early Risers

It was 7 a.m. when the dead began to wake, and John had only just finished breakfast.

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