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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.