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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.