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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.