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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.