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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.