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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.