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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.