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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.