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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.