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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.