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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.