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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.