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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.