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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.