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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.