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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.