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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.