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Treasure of a Different Kind
Zirri could not explain how she knew she had been out of it for a few hours but she knew she did not come out of her rest quickly. She was still on the roof but she could hear crying. Zirri sat up slowly. She felt pain in her head and back but otherwise she was sure she would live. She looked inside the throne room where there once was a dead dragon but now there was just residue of what was. Her Civarious was patrolling the perimeter of the castle. She touched her necklace and her beast returned to its home inside. No one had come here and she was sure none of the prisoners thought to leave for fear the dragon may still be alive or simply being unable to break the chains they were in. She figured that is where she should start with. Either way she figured she should check. She stood a
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