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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.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.