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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
The end.