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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.