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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.