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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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 sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.