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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.