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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.