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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.