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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.