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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.