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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.