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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.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.