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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
The chief strode past the cowering onlookers and approached the
tall church doors. They had been pushed open violently, and one of
them barely hung on its lone remaining hinge. It was dark inside, and
Fyodor stopped on the threshold to let his eyes adjust to the gloom.
The unpleasant aroma intensified, and he could hear the sounds of
crashing pews and shattering glass candle-holders.
“Vandals!” he shouted. “Desecrators of church property! Come
forth and be arrested, you idiots!”
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