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The Dragon Who Hoarded Names
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The girl scratched another word: SHARE. She did not want to take a name from the hoard. She wanted Vesper to GIVE one freely, the way a friend gives a gift. The dragon had never once been asked for kindness instead of a trade, and it stunned her.
Vesper had never given anything away. It hurt, like opening a hand cramped shut for a thousand years. But she breathed out a soft new name and laid it in the girl's palms like a warm egg. 'A gift,' she said, the word strange on her tongue. 'Freely. The first I have ever given.' The girl smiled, and the dragon smiled back.
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