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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.