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“My dearest friend,” begged the ailing Moon; “I know not what this endeavour will bring about. Surely reconsider.”
But the fox was determined to take her to see the Dragon King.
“I will take you in disguise. You will be masked by me.”
With that the fox took her into him, and drank every last drop of shimmering Moonshine.
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The fisherman of Giant Octopus by ~riolcrt
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