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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.