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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.