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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.