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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.