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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
The end.