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The Dragons Den

The dragon’s eyes stared back at me like they were tiny black pebbles shimmering in the world of darkness. 

His spine chilling teeth as sharp as razor blades slice through unlucky victims of this beast. 

Rough, bubbly, blood-red scales glimmer in the volcanos fiery depths.

A steel maced tail swings like a wrecking ball in the lavas booms.

The dragon beating wings flapped, as it took off leaving me in the dragon’s den.

Alone in the darkness of the caves.

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