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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
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.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.