Every night, my father would tell me the same story, the
story of the Dragon and the Wizard.
It was the same story his father had told him, and his
father had told him, and so on, all the way back to when the Dragon lay dead
and when the Wizard was the one telling the story to his son.
Of course, eventually, I realised that it was constantly
changing, morphing to be what it had to be, probably for many generations.
Hence I didn’t feel bad when I changed it to a Dragon and a
Witch for my daughter…
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