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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.