“Humans,” The dragon starts, his lilting voice brimming with meaning. “can never be truly free, young warlock.”
“Great. Is this your way of getting back at me?” Merlin asks. Draconic wisdom has always made his brain itchy and there hasn’t been a more inappropriate time to get itchy than right now.
“And so they imprison, enslave, so that others may
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