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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.