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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.