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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.