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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.