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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.