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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.