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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.