An old, gentle dragon settles into his warm cave for the night. His treasure isn't gold — it's soft things gathered over a hundred years: blankets, moss, feathers, smooth warm stones. One by one the embers dim, his great wings fold slowly, and his breathing grows slower and deeper as he turns three slow circles and curls up.
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