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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
The end.