“You smell of barrel and river,” Smaug continued, shifting a wing. A cascade of gold spilled down a slope. “And of… hobbit? No. Mezzo hobbit . Un bocconcino.” A little morsel.
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“Bene,” rumbled the voice, low as an avalanche. “Un ladro. O forse… un regalo avvolto nel silenzio?” “You smell of barrel and river,” Smaug continued,