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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.