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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.