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Prompt: Beads of sweat lined her brow and the nape of her neck... Words: nightfall, press, supreme, chips, mad, hammer My Paragraph: Beads of sweat lined Appa's brow and the nape of her neck like a Scholar's turquoise crown and choker. She set her bag in the shadow of the rock fin and drew out her small chisel and hammer. The Supreme Scholar had demanded the first twelve edicts carved in the stone before nightfall and it was already midday. Ony had already begun, his chisel working so madly at the stone, he paid her no mind. Appa closed her eyes and pressed her hand against the stone, feeling the soul of the great dragon it had once been. The Supreme Scholar said the dragons were still in there, deep beneath the stone. But if that were true, Appa wondered why he was having them chip away at the stone holding them captive.
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