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- “My own home fire’s gone out,” Flint said softly. He shook himself, angry at feeling sentimental, and began slicing at the wood with a vengeance. He grumbled loudly, “My house has been sitting empty. Roof probably leaked, ruined the furniture. Stupid quest. Silliest thing I ever did. After one hundred and forty-eight years, I ought to have learned!”
- Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 27
- Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
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