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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.