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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.