Skip to content
Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.