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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.