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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 boy knew pitchforks would not stop an army. As the Legion massed at the bridge, he had the farmers light the dry brush they'd piled along the banks. Thick smoke rolled across the river. The soldiers choked and stumbled, unable to find the narrow crossing. By the time the smoke cleared, the village had emptied into the hills, every soul alive.

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