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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.