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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.