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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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.