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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.