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Dragon: Drop that Icon!

Suddenly the door burst open and a wild-eyed peasant flung
himself on the floor in front of the chief’s desk.
“Help!” he cried. “It’s that monster Draco again!”
Fyodor scowled. “Get up and close that door, you clod: the biting
wind you brought in with you is monster enough!”
“Yes, yes, Your Honor.” The man, clad in last year’s rags, pulled
the door shut and returned to the desk, tugging his forelock and
cringing in respect. “But you must come immediately. The dragon
has just broken into the Church of Saint Katerina.”

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