Riddle: Alive without breath; As cold as death; Clad in mail never clinking; Never thirsty, ever drinking.
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Rating: 100%
Riddle: It's black when you get it, red when you burn it, gray when you’re done with it. What is it?
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Riddle: An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
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Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%