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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.