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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.