The Cl0ckworks Drag0n
-Prol0gue-
Moonlight poured in through the broken schloss wall, filling the small cobblestone room with a pale blue light.
In the center of the room sat an old dragon hunched over a large iron desk, his scales the color of blazing copper. His dark amber eyes were narrowed in concentration as he fumbled over a small Gold gear.
Suddenly, an ear-splitting roar broke through his concentration. The copper-scaled dragon whipped his head around as another dragon, scales black as night, burst through the schloss wall. The newcomer threw herself on the other dragon, sending him...
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