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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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 end.