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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.