The Gates of Hell

The Gates of Hell

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Amaera looked at the giant figure laying in a heap on her back lawn for the third time, unable to believe it was real. Her eyes traveled over the great, crimson dragon that lay injured and unconscious before promptly pouring out her coffee and walking up to it. Ragged breathing and numerous wounds were marks of why the universe sent it to Her, of all people. "I cant do this? I'm a Veterinarian, not a Drago-whatever!" She sighed and rummaged through her old, worn down backpack until she found some bandages. "Well... let's get to work, Dragonbreath..."
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