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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.