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The Dragon Who Hoarded Names
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The girl wrote one more thing: YOU LONELY? Vesper recoiled as if struck. In all her centuries of hoarding the names of others, no one had ever asked about hers. Slowly the dragon nodded, and a single warm tear hissed against the cold stone floor.
The girl reached up and gently touched the dragon's huge snout. She pointed at the bright coin Vesper had buried, the dragon's own name, then back at Vesper: wear it, don't hide it. Trembling, Vesper took her name back into herself and felt like somebody again. Then she carved a fresh coin for the girl and pressed it to her heart. The two walked out together, and neither was ever called Nobody again.
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