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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.