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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.