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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.