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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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 end.