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Crown of Embers
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.