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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.