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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.