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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.