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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.