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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.