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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.