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... rk smear on the rocks below marked Aegon's final resting place—a pretender reduced to nothing more than a stain.
The night wind carried the scent of salt from the churning sea, mingling with the pungent smell of dragon smoke that filled the air.
"That's that, but..."
Above me, Rhaegal circled frantically, his emerald scales catching moonlight as he twisted and writhed in the sky.
The dragon's mournful shrieks pierced the night, occasionally punctuated by wild burs ...
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