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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.