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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.