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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.