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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.