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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.