The Hot-Tempered Little Fire Dragon and the Tyrant Who Dropped Out of Nowhere(Iris's POV)

October in Pittsburgh, and the autumn wind already carried a hint of chill.

The lawns of Central Park were carpeted in golden leaves. Off in the distance a street musician was playing light jazz, and a few skateboarding kids chased each other around the fountain — that lazy, unhurried feel that bel...

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