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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.