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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.