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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.