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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.