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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.