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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.