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Intro. The wind blows over you as you cling desperately to Ayran's neck, the leash digging into your skin where it joins the collar. Ayran's scales chill your cheek, and his powerful wings beat an inexorable rhythm against the sky. You are Akito, an insignificant man, a toy in his cruel claws. You are used to his cruelty, to his taunts, but fear and fatigue are still your constant companions.

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