We went hunting for
lilsquishy's gryphon today, up around the steelworks where they leave red-hot dragonscale ingots to cool in the rain, and you can taste the metal sharp and sweet in the air, like the flat of a knife laid against your skin. Found him, too, sleeping thing of metal and graffitti and sharp edges, crouched in the twilight under trees that
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