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    The dragon, wide as a reinforced concrete pipe, swallows him whole and sends him down the tube to its stomach.  Right around where ‘Justice’ was written.  The appearance of the man with his arms flapping around his lower back is not unlike that of a grotesque sea angel.

    “This is strange,” Wolfram murmured with a skeptical expression.

    “Dragons?  It’s strange; there’s no way his magic could be so refined.”

    “Wolf, I think that’s a bit rude.”