A loose black T-shirt and equally black shorts covered little of his scales, which were a brilliant gold; but they still hadn't acquired the chatoyant sheen and diamond-like hardness that came little after a dragon's twenty fifth hatch-day. Two silvern horns adorned his head, curling back...
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