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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.