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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
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 smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.