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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.