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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.