Evie opened the window just wide enough for the little dragon to squeeze through. With a metallic ‘clunk’ it plopped down on the windowsill panting and shivering. Evie studied it carefully and, turning around to face Maryana, said, “You know, I think this is not a magic object at all. This is a living breathing...
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