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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.