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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.