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The Last Dragon Is a Coward
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The boy reached his village as the sky turned gray. He banged on every door. "They're coming! Wake up!" Sleepy farmers stumbled out with pitchforks and axes, nothing more. The boy climbed onto the well and pointed at the ridge, where black banners were rising. "We block the bridge," he shouted. "It's the only way in. We hold it."
The farmers held the bridge as long as they could. They were brave, but tired and few, and the Legion was many. By midday the bridge was lost. The villagers fled into the hills with what they could carry. They lived, but they lost their homes. The boy never forgot that he'd asked a dragon for help, and it had said no.
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