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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.