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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.