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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.