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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.