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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.