He sleeps in a hole he dug and burrowed into under the ground. It only looks so fine thanks to his imagination." "And all the treasure," I pointed out. Laszlo hummed in agreement. "He started napping in the pool centuries ago. I knew then he was getting ready to hibernate. He would paw and dig and slither deeper with every brief sleep. But he refused to bring his hoard down." "Why?" Laszlo was quiet as we turned down the steps leading to the hoard. "He didn't want to admit it was time." "He didn't want to leave you." Laszlo tipped his head in acknowledgement. "He hasn't." "How long is he meant
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