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Submitted to Contest #74
The time was near. Usually time meant nothing to dragons. After all, the past was once the future of the present. In the same way, the future will one day be the present, then later, the past. And the present is the future of the past, and the past of the future. And numbers telling time? They were just that. Numbers. Their only value is that of which we give. But she knew it. No... not knew, felt. She felt it deep in her rumbling, anchient bones. Three thousand six hundred fifty days. Then it would happen. Silently scolding herself for usin...
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