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Jennifer Racek<br />
The Dragon Keeper<br />
Like Moses, the baby arrived in a reed basket. No river<br />
carried her, only the howling eddies of a blizzard flinging itself<br />
against his door. The river came later, when she left, and by then<br />
the basket was no more than ash. Maybe if he had pulled her<br />
from the river, claimed her as his own in that way, their little<br />
family could have remained as it should: a father, his daughter,<br />
the two dragons. Everything the world needed to be perfect.<br />
Instead, he had only the blizzard scraping the wooden<br />
logs of the outer wall and hissing icy breath underneath the door.<br />
That was how Minchka arrived in his life, heralded by a rattling<br />
knock.<br />
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Aleksandr shifted on the sleeping platform, rolling onto<br />
his back and adjusting the hay-filled sack that formed his pillow.<br />
The clay fireplace, white face dark with soot, trickled heat into<br />
the room, carrying the stench of fresh dung and moldy hay. His<br />
stomach rumbled, unsatisfied by the turnip and beet dinner of<br />
only an hour before. A knock sounded from the door.<br />
He shoved up onto an elbow and stared. Who would travel<br />
on such a night The sun had set hours ago. Besides, his home was<br />
far from the village, an hour’s hike through the forest. Only a fool<br />
would travel the Russian mountains during a storm. Or a witch.<br />
His hand dipped below the sleeping platform, groping for his<br />
short ax.<br />
Another knock, louder than the first. Aleksandr called<br />
out, “Lord’s blessing upon you.”<br />
If a witch stood outside the door, invoking the Lord would<br />
drive her away. A third knock sounded, quick and impatient.<br />
44 Writing Tomorrow Magazine