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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.