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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.