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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.