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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.