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If it was possible for a dragon to laugh, that’s what Eroch was doing. The small emerald-green dragon was on his side, wings flapping on the table, adorable chirps and puffs of smoke escaping. Daniel crossed his arms and pouted.
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Mastering the Flames (The Beacon Hill Sorcerer, #4)
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