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Ongoing, First published Nov 29, 2017
Uno scontro tra la realtà e la quanto è falsa la realtà, dentro a un drago, solo e triste, che scatenerà le sue furie contro il giusto e lo sbagliato, compiendo omicidi di chi colui trova ingiusto.  Ma 7 ragazzi della terza media tentano di opporsi a lui, cercando di stanarlo in gruppo, vedendolo come un pericolo, ma il drago nasconde più e più segreti, sempre pronti a spuntare all'improvviso, facendo capire che lui non è ciò che sembra.  Chi potrebbe uscire illeso da uno scontro così insolito?
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