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Crown of Embers
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.