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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.