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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.