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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.