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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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 end.