by Esther Davis
Water stains and rips decorated the package cupped in her hand. A dirty string held the parchment wrapping together. No address or name, to or from. The mail dragon didn’t need words.
Neither did Emma.
Only one man would seek out the mail dragon to find Emma, hiding in the city of Trygghet.Only one man could have sent it.
Or his enemies…
Read the rest of “Rose of Darkness” and other short stories in A Dog, 3 Cats, and a Dragon.
NOTES…
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