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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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.