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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.