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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.