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Durmazut's spells are stronger than...
the stones of old the space between now and then and the sword, enchanted with cold, The time of the sorceror comes The King must take account of losses and sums while the time of the King was long ago his scouts will search high and low "this man is a monster" says a consultant to the King "but we have monsters of our own" the King says, his voice in a ring an ominous roar came from the dungeon deep "the sorceror will not be comfortable tonight in sleep The warrior Ragon, wise as he is brave and strong found the sorceror in a lowly house the sorceror said,"so you found the wicked man,"he said with a point of a finger long "this is over now, before the night is young, i'll be home with my spouse!" Durmazut said in retort," if you think you can kill me, you're terribly wrong!" before Ragon drew his sword, he was turned to a mouse, But not even the clever wizard could have known the dragon was outside the hut the house was in flames faster than an oil fire, he was no longer a threat Did they REALLY kill Durmazut? Or will he reappear and the King will pay in his own sweat?
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