The Eighth Discworld Installment
Guards! Guards!
his is where the dragons went.
They lie...not dead. not asleep, but dormant.
And although the space they occupy isn't like normal space,
nevertheless they are packed in tightly. they could put you
in mind of a can of sardines, of you thought sardines were huge and scaly.
And presumably, somewhere, there's a key...
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