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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.