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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.