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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.