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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.