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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.