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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.