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... le of debris partially obstructing the road ahead not just falling away but moving as a beast would because it was a beast, a demon-possessed amalgamation of slate and granite. On eight stubby legs it rose, each one as thick around as a barrel. A long, rocky tail thumped the ground behind the wyrm, counterbalancing a huge head with a stone horn on the nose that was as tall as a man.
The demonic monstrosity opened its maw, a mouth wide enough to bite an ox in half, letting loose another t ...
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