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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.