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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.