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The last dragon lay down at the foot of the mountain. A
proud creature, he had always thought that he would die in the skies or in
battle, not lying on the ground like a common lizard. But his old bones ached
and his joints creaked, and though he stared up at the mountain top that had
for so long been his home he couldn’t quite find the strength to travel further.
He longed to make the journey home one last time, but his limbs were heavy, his
eyelids were heavy. He closed his eyes and thought of the sky.
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