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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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 fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.