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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.