Two dragons stomped about in the gravel. Their footsteps made scratchy noises as they passed. Their long tails scraped and scoured, leaving a trail behind curvy as a snake’s path. From their nostrils came a roaring blast of fire, hot enough to melt the tar on which they trod. They spoke quietly in a secret language that I could hear but not understand.
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