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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.