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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.