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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.