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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.