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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.