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// Epilogue 
// Story: The Song of My People 
// by The Ponytrician 
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*BA-DUM-KSH!*


Twilight's and Golden Charm's heads whirled towards the source of the noise, spying a guilty-looking dragon assistant standing next to a large decorative mask that had clearly fallen, bouncing off one of the drums and knocking over a stand of ceremonial spears.

"Spike!" Twilight yelled. "What did I tell you about that last night?" 

"Geez, Twilight," Spike muttered defensively. "I barely touched it."