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The Spellweaver
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.