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Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:04 am
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Dragons Day: The End
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He crept up to the door and pushed very lightly, the door slowly creaked open. He cautiously observed the room; pitch black, eerily silent, uneasy feel and strong smell of… wait what was that smell? It seemed strangely familiar, a liquid-metal stench, the smell of… his eyes widened… blood…
  





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Thu Jan 19, 2012 5:46 pm
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Howdy, Mr. Blog. It's rather unusual to post works in the welcome forum. Where are you from? What are your interests besides writing?
  








“Such nonsense!" declared Dr Greysteel. "Whoever heard of cats doing anything useful!" "Except for staring at one in a supercilious manner," said Strange. "That has a sort of moral usefulness, I suppose, in making one feel uncomfortable and encouraging sober reflection upon one's imperfections.”
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell