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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.