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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.