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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.