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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.