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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.