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Dragon: Drop that Icon!




























           It was silent for a moment. Then heavy footsteps came toward the
        policeman.  Aware  that  the  small  knot  of  peasants  remained  at  his
        back, he stood his ground. Then the dragon appeared, looming up
        out of the smoky debris. It was a full-grown monster, green and black
        and orange, scaly and slimy and smelly, about twelve feet tall and half
        a ton heavy.  Its eyes were red and its claws were sharp. It stood on
        two massive hind legs and clutched a tiny icon, the painted image of
        Saint Katerina, in its two smaller front paws.
           Draco advanced on the chief, who was too shocked to move.
           “Out of my way,” growled the beast, not breaking stride.

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