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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.