Asia Tao and The Essence of the Dragon 1.1

1.1 Ancient Artifacts: The Medallion

7 years later

It was a gloomy rainy night in Pensacola, FL. The rain fell against Asia’s house like bullets from a machine gun. The wind sounded as if it was taunting you as it whistled through the trees making them sway like ferocious waves. She was alone in that dimly lit empty room with just the light from the television and the sound of the rain then it happened, the phone rang.

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