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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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 knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.