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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.