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Love in the Time of Dragons
by afrai

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Lady Ramkin was nearly seventeen, and collecting.

"Save the dragons, sir?" she said. "Every little bit helps."

She wasn't pretty, but she made Sam wish he were three feet taller. He gave her all his change, and she thanked him as if she meant it.

He was almost sure this wasn't the way it was supposed to go, but she was so -- clean and fearless and everything sane, and she called him sir without laughing. When she smiled it was like the sky had opened.

She smelled of violets and strange chemicals, and the scent followed him into his dreams.

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