The silver dragon's corpse, none too fresh, stretched across five wagons. Oxen had sufficed to get the dragon through the forest, from small Ashdell by the lake up into the hills. But for the final approach to Crobhear Keep, Carr and the other guards hauled on ropes, working alongside the oxen...
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