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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.