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The eldest dragon who had called these few to meet stepped up onto a ledge. Overlooking the cave like room, one strong beam of light shined from a hole in the rock like ceiling onto the spot. Like a small stage or podium spot. He stood for a moment looking at his fellow kind in the room. Many of them where far too young. Such is the
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