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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.