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... ky. The four portal dragons were still holding open their side of the portals. Through it, dragons came and went. Many dropped off supplies harvested from doomed human dwellings at one section of the crater. That area was filling up fast.

Brixaby was impressed. The normal instinct was to go for shards, but if a dragon was unfortunate enough to be hatched with weak cards, looting was a fine second choice.

He knew Arthur well and had felt how tense he had been earlier when they had ...

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