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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.