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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.