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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.