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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.