The suspense was thriving
The clock was ticking The heads were turning Sorcery was the only savior A friendship that had grown so faithful withered away by the mention of one word Yet there was still time to rekindle it Tick, tock, tick, tock Tears begin to flow as the dragon lord knelt in an empty field with his faithful friend lay helpless on his lap Hope was no more Sadness overcame the minds of the mourners. But years later only one mind withheld the remaining emotions of a lost friend in time.
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